“I’m afraid this body of mine won’t last through the winter.”
Shen Yutang coughed softly at the bronze mirror, her fingertips brushing the yellowed secret letter beneath her pillow.
Everyone said the prime minister’s legitimate daughter was born with a frail constitution, but no one knew that beneath her weakened body lay the bones of an old injustice, unforgotten for ten years.
Enter the palace as a consort? It would be like walking straight into a tiger’s den.
Yet deep within that den was the final game of chess her mother had played before she died
When every tenderness was tainted with poison and every kindness concealed a blade, she finally realized:
She had never been a pawn. She was the piece everyone was fighting over...
