My name is Aying, and I am the most obscure shadow in the East Palace. Everyone knows that the Crown Princess is gentle, virtuous, and well-mannered. She plays the piano and the harp in harmony with the Prince. She is a role model for women in the world. No one knew that the real princess was frail and sickly, lingering on her bedside. And I, this "twin sister" who has exactly the same face as her, accepts all the glory for her and blocks all the open and secret arrows for her. They taught me how to be her, imitating her handwriting and the slight curl of her mouth when she chuckled. They say this is my destiny. Until that day, the prince held my hand, and among thousands of chess pieces, he personally set up a desperate game of "chess kills the legitimate son". He said to me in a gentle voice: "Ah Ying, I only want you, not her, nor that child." It suddenly dawned on me that I, the chess piece, had been used by him for other purposes. What he wanted to kill was the real crown prince and the real eldest grandson of the emperor in her belly. Master and servant? Joke. What separates me and her is the distance of clouds and mud, and her life that can be thrown away at any time. Betray? When they picked me up from the mire and threw me into this magnificent cage, they should have thought that the shadow also had a heart. Once the heart is broken, it will turn into the sharpest blade. This time, I don't want to be anyone's stand-in. I want to get this East Palace, this Phoenix Seal, and this world myself. Your Highness, your shadow is coming back to bite me. ** Tags: ** Palace Marquis, Machiavellian strategy, love and death, substitute, strong woman
