Wei Muxin died once.
In her previous life, she was framed by the prince and sent to Prince Yu's Mansion as a prisoner for ten years. Her son was abandoned, and she froze to death in a side hall of the cold palace, still clutching the tiger-head shoes her son had worn.
When she opened her eyes again, she returned to the day after the night of the frame-up.
Zhou Yu was still waiting for her to cry in the study, and the maid was still waiting at the door to watch the joke. Wei Muxin did not cry. She picked up a token from the ground that the prince had left behind, and opened the study door.
"My lord, make a deal."
A volume of rubbings of secret orders from the East Palace, and a list of informants buried for ten years. She didn't want favors or status, she just wanted to protect the child in her belly, and then personally pull the prince off the dragon chair.
Zhou Yu thought she just changed her temper. He didn't know that this woman had walked to him step by step during the court killings again and again, and also walked into his dusty heart.
And Lin Wanwan, the daughter of the Minister of Rites, the "Brother Lin" who fought side by side with him to suppress bandits and wore bright clothes and angry horses, was standing in the dark, waiting for the beginning of a prosperous era.
From an abandoned wife in the cold palace to a chess player. From three people working side by side to ten thousand people co-governing.
In this life, she will no longer kneel.
