My name is Zhu Chen, an ordinary time traveler, but I was inexplicably stuffed into a palace fighting novel "The Counterattack of the Cold Palace Queen", and became the cannon fodder emperor who was destined to be tortured to death by the queen, the noble concubine, and the concubine Shu.
Wait, the plot is wrong!
It was promised that the time traveler would come with a golden finger, but my golden finger could actually "predict the future for three seconds"? What kind of garbage ability is this? Isn't it nice to predict tomorrow's lottery numbers?
Until that day, I foresaw that someone had poisoned the Queen's teacup with a colorless and odorless poison, and the concubine Qin Wanqing, the concubine Qin Wanqing, who was as cold as ice to me, happened to be walking towards me holding the teacup.
Three seconds later, the teacup shattered, poisonous powder filled the air, and I should have fallen to the ground dead.
But the strange thing is that what I predicted was not the poisonous hair, but the meaningful smile on the corner of Qin Wanqing's mouth, and a vague voice in her ear: "Your Majesty, you should not live tonight."
I survived, but from then on, the entire palace fell into an invisible vortex of conspiracy.
When the concubines in the harem died mysteriously one after another, when the important officials in the court died suddenly one after another, when everyone thought it was a means of palace fighting, only I saw the truth——
This is not a palace fight, this is a hunting game between superpowers.
And I, a useless emperor with the rubbish power of "Three Seconds of Prediction", am standing in the center of the storm, becoming everyone's pawn.
No, I want to be the chess player.
