I'm afraid my body won't be able to survive this winter. "
Shen Yutang coughed lightly into the bronze mirror and ran his fingertips over the yellowed secret letter under the pillow.
Everyone in the world knew that the Prime Minister's legitimate daughter was short-lived, but they didn't know that beneath her frail body lay the bones of a victim that had not been cold for ten years.
Entering the palace as a concubine? It's just a sheep entering the tiger's mouth.
But deep in this tiger's den, there is actually my mother's last game of chess before her death——
When all tenderness was contaminated with poison and all good intentions were hidden, she was shocked to realize:
I have never been a chess piece, but the one that everyone is fighting for...
