The Hundred-Day Chess Game: Consort, Enter the Game

She disguised herself as a man and raided his camp, only to become bait in the scheme he laid out;

He hid his true face and stole her heart, only for her to turn the tables and make him a piece on her board.

He was a master strategist who could read every heart, yet on their wedding night he willingly bowed his head and begged her to stay;

She was a wild horse, proud and untamable, yet in front of the five kingdoms she lowered her head, poured the wine, and swore herself to him alone.

The rival in love he has to face is himself.

The husband she has to forgive killed the mask she loved most.

A hundred-day game of strategy, with love as the game piece. She was forced to marry; he schemed to wed her.

“Give me three years, then set me free.”

The game is vast. If you won't enter it, who will rise above the rest?

The game is small. The moment you make your move, it becomes a lifetime.

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[Two formidable leads, profound romance, intricate political scheming, subtle foreshadowing, and a rich ensemble cast. Come take the plunge!]

[Two strong leads | Marriage first, love later | The male lead chases his wife | Secret identities | Political intrigue | Ensemble cast]

Theme: No matter how grand the game, it is never greater than a lifetime. Once a move is made, there is no regret; all I ask is that one person share my heart.