When the golden visor falls, the entire dynasty will remember this lie.
Su Yunxiu never thought that the moment she picked up her sister's gilded club, she would step into a power game more dangerous than the polo field. Su Yunjin, the No. 1 Polo player of the day, fell into a coma after falling off a horse, forcing this boudoir lady, who had never even touched a saddle, to become a perfect substitute. There are only three days left in the imperial exhibition match, and the most deadly spectator is sitting in the stands - my sister's fiancé Prince Jing, the battlefield Shura who can recognize people through the path of the ball.
"Miss Su's left-handed batting today was quite... Unique." He stroked his jade ring finger and chuckled, his gaze running across her frayed palm like a razor blade. Su Yunxiu knew that in this stunt, polo was the easiest challenge. The secret words in my sister's notes, my mother's sobs late at night, and the "accidents" that always happen after games all point to a truth more terrifying than bullying.
From purdah to the battlefield, from stand-in to legend. When she took off her mask in the finals, she revealed not only a face that was 70% similar to her sister's, but also a phoenix-shaped birthmark on her left arm that was exactly the same as that of the beloved concubine of the dynasty. While the stands were in mutiny, Prince Jing knelt down on one knee and offered a specially made cue: "In this round, I bet on the real winner."
The most dangerous game of the dynasty has begun, and her club will shatter all the carefully crafted lies.
