Power, or rights, are like poison to me, addictive.
I don't want to be a concubine, I want to be the most noble woman in the world.
Step by step, I was walking on thin ice. They were looking at me, and they all fell on the roadside. Only I made it to the end.
(To put it simply, it's the story of how a salt merchant's daughter became a queen. It involves political struggles. It's not so trivial, but it will be laid out step by step.)
Intention: palace fight, palace fight, palace fight
