Everyone said that Shen Lingyi was as gentle as jade, a rare breeze in the court.
No one knew that beneath the jade face was a poisoned blade.
She came from a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood—the daughter of a general whose grandmother died in vain and whose family was overthrown. The words left by the old man before his death became her life's creed: power is the most important thing. You don't need anything else, but power must be firmly held in your own hands.
More than ten years later, as a woman, she held the position of supreme minister, covering the sky with one hand and turning the clouds and rain. No one in the government or the public dared to confront him.
But she was never the only player in this game of chess.
The regent Xiao Heng is powerful and unpredictable. He watched this woman running wildly in her chess game with cold eyes, like a moth that didn't know whether to live or die. As everyone knows, moths can sometimes start a prairie fire.
Emperor Pei Zhao, gentle and easy-going, seems like a puppet. But no one could see clearly what his true appearance was beneath that gentle mask.
Three people, three hearts, three calculations.
The court is like a chess game, and everyone is a pawn. Who is the player, and who is the involuntary pawn on the chessboard?
When the spring breeze blows, the murderous intention has appeared. With gentle words and smiles, the sharp blade was unsheathed.
This is a game of power, there is no way out, no way back.
Only win or die.
Intention: The end of power is not satisfaction, but nothingness