In her previous life, Shen Lin's widow became the most miserable abandoned piece in other people's chess game.
A carefully laid conspiracy swept through the immortal sect, her sect was destroyed for no reason, and the whole sect was stained with blood for a long night. Only the widow Shen Lin, who went out to practice, was lucky to survive. The chess player confuses right and wrong and puts all the blame for the family's destruction on her.
Rumors were overwhelming, and she refused to believe that the sect had perished, so she rushed home at all costs. Along the way, she was surrounded and suppressed by disciples of various sects. She was covered with wounds and fought hard to escape. But when she returned to her homeland, she saw only cold corpses all over the ground.
Great despair swallowed her up, and her pursuers followed one after another. The tragic scenes on the ground became the evidence to crucify her. Without any excuse, the sword of righteousness penetrated her heart.
Thousands of miles away, Jiang Lingyue, a disciple of Qianji Pavilion, was running around, trying his best to clear her grievances, but the widow Shen Lin could no longer hear the belated truth.
When she opened her eyes again, she returned to the place before the tragedy with a world full of hatred and broken memories.
In her previous life, she was a pawn at the mercy of others, passively enduring stigma and destruction.
In this life, she doesn't want to be manipulated by anyone anymore
She wants to uncover the turbulent chess players behind the scenes and tear apart the layers of disguised lies.
Since there is no way to escape this dead game, then let her play the game herself.
Intent: This is a fairy tale about frame-up and prejudice, the victim's aphasia, the game of fate and self-redemption.
