My name is Zhu Chen. I'm an ordinary transmigrator, but somehow I got shoved into a palace-intrigue novel called The Cold Palace Empress's Comeback, where I became the doomed cannon-fodder emperor destined to be killed by the empress, the Noble Consort, and the Consort Shu working together.
Wait, this isn't how the story is supposed to go!
They say transmigrators come with a golden finger. Mine is "seeing three seconds into the future"? What kind of useless ability is that? Wouldn't it be better to know tomorrow's lottery numbers?
Then one day, I foresee that someone has put a colorless, odorless poison in Her Majesty the Empress's teacup. At that very moment, Consort Shu Qin Wanqing, my "love-hate rival" who is usually as cold as ice toward me, is walking over with a teacup in her hand.
Three seconds later, the teacup shatters and poisonous powder fills the air. I should have dropped dead on the spot.
But strangely, what I foresee isn't the poison taking effect. It's the knowing smile at the corner of Qin Wanqing's mouth, and a faint voice by her ear: "Your Majesty, you shouldn't be alive tonight."
I survive, but from that moment on, the entire imperial palace is caught in a hidden conspiracy.
As consorts die one after another in bizarre circumstances, as senior court officials suddenly drop dead, and everyone assumes it's palace intrigue, I'm the only one who sees the truth:
This isn't palace intrigue. It's a hunting game between people with supernatural abilities.
And I, a good-for-nothing emperor armed with the useless ability to "see three seconds ahead," am standing at the eye of the storm, a pawn in everyone's game.
No. I will be the one moving the pieces.
