My name is Fucha Langya.
I have known two things since I can remember: first, I am the direct descendant of Prince Bao Hongli and the future empress of the Qing Dynasty; second, I will not survive the thirteenth year of Qianlong.
No one knows that there is a 21st century soul living in my body. No one knows that I spent sixteen years transforming myself from an infant girl into a game of chess.
When I was eight years old, I recited half of the "Zi Zhi Tong Jian" in front of my grandmother, and from then on, I could read the account books of the Fu Cha family. When I was ten years old, I selected the first colleague to make friends with for my brother Fu Heng. He later became a co-organizer of the bachelor's degree. When I was twelve years old, on the day when the marriage decree was issued, I made a list in my room - whose handiwork was the cold medicine in the sachet, when would the musk in the plaster come in use, who around Qingying and Gao Xiyue could be bribed, and which thorn in Hongli's heart was worth plucking.
After sixteen years of playing chessboard, I married into Prince Bao's palace.
Everyone says I am virtuous. Call me generous. It is said that although the princess of the Fucha family is frail, she is rarely a good-natured person who does not fight or grab.
They are right.
I kept the sachet and collected the plaster. I thanked Qingying in public for taking care of the house for me. If Gao Xiyue didn't come to pay her respects, I would personally deliver the supplements.
I am pretending to be sick. I adjusted the pulse. I know better than they themselves who planted the spies in the mansion.
As for Hongli - he thinks I'm a delicate and sick boy, that's it. How disappointed he looks at me now will be so shocking the day he discovers the truth.
Anyway, the drama in the palace has just begun.
I played the role of a virtuous man for sixteen years
