On a snowy night, Xie Qingwan was accused of "collaborating with the enemy" and sentenced to death; when she opened her eyes again, she went back to the age of fifteen and the night before her haircut.
She tore up marriage certificates, borrowed salt boats, smashed aristocratic families, protected female generals, turned money into knives, and plotted people's hearts.
Xiao Zhi, a poor Shura, Jiang Zhiwei, the battlefield moon god, and Shen Ruhui, a crazy noble son, all entered her chessboard.
This time, she no longer wants to be someone's queen, but a chess player; the wind and snow in the imperial capital will sound the spring thunder first for her.
Purpose: If the world is a chess game, who stipulates that women can only be chess pieces and not chess players?