I will always remember that night thirteen years ago, when my father played chess against a Persian chess master.
After a great battle, the Empress Dowager calmly bestowed a cup of poisoned wine upon my father. He raised the cup and looked at me with a sorrowful smile. He tipped back his head to drink. My mother frantically covered my eyes with her hands, but I still saw it through the gaps between her fingers: my father’s eyes filled with resentment, and dark purple blood spilling from his parted lips.
To everyone’s surprise, I didn’t cry out as they expected. I slipped free of my mother, calmly walked up to him, and closed his unseeing eyes.
I am Ling Ziru, daughter of Ling Huaitang, a renowned chess master.
I was seven that year.
What was to become of me, orphaned so young?
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The death of the heroine's father is normal. I don't know what she hates, but she enters the palace with hatred to demand debt from her father. That's fine. But she gives up all thoughts of hatred as soon as she sees that he is a handsome guy. It's too outrageous. It feels so unrealistic for a commoner to become a queen so easily, and help manage the government affairs without anyone causing trouble. The emperor's uncle has worked hard to serve as regent and then returns the power. The heroine is annoying
First person plus God's perspective is not good. The emotional transition is abrupt and not good. Forget about love, in the ancient setting, the protagonist's father totally deserves it. I don't know what the protagonist hates. Author's reply: Well, the review is accepted. Readers' reviews are the most precious gift to the author. Future works will be improved.