I am the daughter of a sinful concubine in the cold palace. I was born an abandoned son of the imperial power. I was even designated as the princess to be buried.
He is the regent who covers the sky with one hand and picks me up from the mud like a plaything.
He taught me tactics, gave me a sharp edge, and molded me into his most exquisite puppet and his most advantageous chess piece.
I win over the powerful officials for him, clean up the palace for him, and am willing to be the most important pawn in his chess game.
Everyone laughed at me for being crazy, including him.
Until the night of the palace change, I wore a yellow robe and he bowed his head.
My fingertips brushed over his respectfully bowed head and chuckled:
"Uncle Emperor, in this world of chess, if you teach your disciples... You will starve to death."
"What you think is the control is my plan; the identity you gave me will eventually become your shackles."
Purpose: palace intrigues, reversal of sadomasochism