In the fifteenth year of Jian'an, the spring was cold and the undercurrent in the Yongning Marquis Mansion was surging.
Warm breath incense meets styrax. It was originally a good medicine, but it became a life-threatening talisman. The mistress hid the knife in her smile and pressed forward step by step; the blind old servant looked on coldly, hiding his secrets.
Shen Weiming, who returned to the Hou Mansion with a serious illness, looked at the monsters and monsters in the courtyard and fiddled with the poisonous tangerine peel.
They thought she was a chess piece that could be sacrificed at will, but they didn't know that she was a Shura who entered the game with her own body.
A little ashes, a dead game.
The prince's mansion collapsed and the court changed, all in the slightest flicker of fire at her fingertips.
——"This game of chess seems a little more interesting than expected."
