Ji Si, the weakest princess of Great Yan, becomes a “tribute” to Wei Yang, the regent of Great Wei.
She was supposed to be an assassin, sent to poison the man who controlled the world.
But he saw through everything and chose not to expose her.
At court, in front of every official, he pointed at her and said, “This woman’s eyes are too fierce. She’s not fit to be my nephew’s wife. She’s fit to be mine.”
In the palace, he took her hand and guided her dagger into his chest. “You didn’t stab very deep. Is it because you can’t bear to see me die, or because… you’re afraid no one will teach you how to kiss if I do?”
Ji Si thought she was a pawn, never realizing that from the moment she set foot in Great Wei, she had become the player moving the pieces.
If political marriage means death, then she will climb to the throne over a mountain of bones.
“I, Ji Si, will never be married off for peace or bow to another. I will rule for myself.”
