[No transmigration or rebirth · Hard-hitting political intrigue · Ensemble cast]
On the night of the stand-in marriage, they switched clothes in the black pine forest.
One put on the wedding dress and climbed into the phoenix carriage, going in her place to Mobei.
The other changed out of her blue robes and returned to the capital to settle old scores.
The Empress Dowager thought she had removed her last thorn.
She didn’t know the one returning to the capital had come to claim her life.
One worked the numbers in the wolf court, while the other reopened a case right under her enemy’s nose.
Two women, a thousand miles apart, playing the same game of chess.
The khan saw through the fact that she wasn’t the real princess, but kept quiet.
The general recognized the woman he loved and wagered his life on her plan.
Later, the Empress Dowager fell. The entire court thought the game was over.
Only she knew the Empress Dowager had been no more than the opening move. The imperial court, the great clans, the treasury and grain: the real game was only just beginning.
In the end, the one who made the winning move was the person they themselves had helped onto the throne.
Beautiful, wonderful, 😄😄😄😄