What she wanted was never the emperor's favor, but the entire chess game.
Shen Qingci, the most inconspicuous concubine of the household minister's house, lived for sixteen years amidst the calculations and indifference of her aunt. On the day of the palace draft, everyone thought she was a soft persimmon who could be manipulated - she herself acted the same way. She was assigned to a secluded palace room, made to kneel and wipe the floor, and was poisoned and assassinated. She swallowed it all. Whatever you swallow, you will one day spit it out with profit.
It took her three years to stand at the center of power in the harem, from being promised to concubine Zhao, and from concubine Zhao to concubine Zhao. Everyone said she was lucky, but no one knew that every step was the result of her own deductions. The queen, the concubine, the important ministers of the former dynasty, and even the aloof emperor - they were all pawns in her eyes.
But an emperor is an emperor after all. He saw through her disguise, and she saw clearly his plan. The two of them explored each other's truths on the dragon couch, and exchanged chips after the court. He said: "You are becoming less and less like the woman you were before." She replied: "Because you couldn't see the overall situation from that position."
When the truth about her biological mother's death points to the pinnacle of imperial power, she finally has to make a choice - reveal the biggest secret in the world, or use it to exchange for a future where no woman in the world will have to live like her?
A story about revenge, calculation and self-fulfillment. There is no rebirth, no system, only the human heart.
