Xu Tinglan traveled into the Machiavellian novel without even a body, and became a ghost who could only touch the seventh prince Shen Qinghe.
History books record that he was born in a cold palace to a humble mother and died in an "accidental" fire at the age of eighteen.
And she holds the script in hand, vowing to help this desperate cannon fodder ascend to the throne and change his destiny against the odds.
She made medicine for him, provided him with dreams, and warded off disasters. She watched him go from being trampled by others to gradually showing his strength, and everything went according to her knowledge.
Until the rainy night, when he was reviewing the memorial, he suddenly raised his head, his eyes were precisely locked on her floating soul, and his fingertips were playing with a forbidden jade pendant that could "see the underworld".
"Ting Lan," he asked with a smile, his voice was cold, "that fire you reminded me of... It's time to strike first, right?"
——It turns out he can see.
——It turns out that her script has long been in his hands.
[Shen Qinghe's perspective]
After being reborn ten years ago, the first thing he saw was the ghost muttering into the air beside the couch.
"Sister has a script to help you change your life!"
He closed his eyes to hide the blood in his eyes.
That's fine. This road of revenge is missing a... Self-righteous knife.
#She thought she was tutoring newbies, but in fact, BOSS opened a second program#
#The transparent prince I assist is the reborn boss#
#He used my strategy to control me on the map with his backhand#
Intention: Even if you are a chess piece, you can still make moves in the established script, hear the thunder in the silent place, and see your true heart in the rescue.