The young girl used chess skills to compose poems, and once she entered the palace, she did not expect that what awaited her would be the fate of being buried alive.
Just because the late emperor was obsessed with her unparalleled chess skills, when he woke up again, things and people had changed, and she inexplicably became a useless chess god who had lost her memory.
The indelible feelings of youth are like twinkling stars in the dark night. Should I repeat the same mistakes and fight to the death for you, or should I live my life as a useless person waiting to die?
This is a question worth thinking about.