In her previous life, she was the humblest slave in the Prime Minister's Mansion.
She was tortured by her legitimate daughter Ji Lingge for ten years, sterilized by drinking red flowers from her mouth, and her body was thrown into a dry well. In his last glance before his death, he could only see the small square of sky illuminated by the moonlight at the mouth of the well.
Reborn at the age of thirteen, Yin Hanzhi opened his eyes and found himself kneeling at the feet of his enemy.
This time, she learned to laugh. Smiling timidly, meekly, and without aggression. Underneath the smile were ten years of hatred, ten years of memories, and enough secrets to bury the entire Prime Minister's Office - she knew every bad debt, every hidden stake, and every letter of collaboration with the enemy in the Ji family. She knows who will betray when and who will die when.
She also knew that the regent Xiao Yanmo, who claimed to be ill, was the one who held the sword in the end.
From the slave serving tea and water to the secret chess player who disturbed the court situation, Yin Hanzhi sharpened himself into a sharp blade hidden in a sheath. She used the humblest gesture to create the deepest trap. Ji Lingge's journey of choosing a concubine, Prime Minister Ji's fate as a powerful minister, Concubine Lu's harem ambitions - all of them are pawns on her chessboard.
Until the regent, who looked at her acting with cold eyes, handed a lamp to her hand: "Go home."
Only then did she understand that the end of revenge was not the blood of her enemies, but someone willing to accompany her and live dirty.
——Withered bones sprout flowers, and cold blades emerge from their sheaths. In this life, she is not a chess piece, but a chessboard.
