No one in the Eastern Palace can be trusted. He became crown prince at six, yet was the one person the king refused to entrust with anything, even on his deathbed. His mother's death remains a mystery, and every sibling in the palace hides a blade, waiting for the right moment. He conceals the soul of an adult, plays the child, and quietly moves his pieces, carving out a path through countless deadly plots, inch by inch. No one ever gave him this throne. He wrested it from a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
