Chu Zhao, a soul from the modern world, made a pact with the Heavenly Dao and arrived in this world, determined to claim the throne and rule the land.
But the moment she opened her eyes, before she had even found her footing, an imperial edict of marriage from the empress arrived.
The legitimate son of the Grand Tutor, regarded by everyone as a pair of eyes the emperor had planted at her side, was appointed her principal husband.
After an accidental fall from a cliff, she got entangled with the general’s daughter. She ran, he chased, and she couldn’t escape even if she sprouted wings.
She was already dealing with two people who were hard to handle. Then a hostage prince sent to her country for a political marriage literally threw himself in her path in the street.
Everyone thought they had made her who she was, but only she knew the truth:
She had climbed to the throne herself, one step at a time, through blood and fire.
On the day she donned the phoenix robe, she looked down at her ministers.
“You have all rendered meritorious service. I... grant you a lifetime of glory and riches.”
That was a lie. There’s only one spot for each radish, so you’re all being sent off to work.
