Under the pressure of despair and imperial power, Martai Ruoxi lowered his head that had tried to resist. An imperial edict pushed her into the arms of the emperor's fourteenth son Yinzhen.
She became the noble Fourteenth Fujin. On the surface, she was calm and peaceful, and the mansion was carefully cherished by the Fourteenth Master. However, the shadow of the Forbidden City is never far away.
Fourth Master Yinzhen's eyes were like a cold pool, bone-chilling, showing the possessiveness that had been robbed and the obsession that was not extinguished.
The undercurrent of the Baye Party and the fierce trend of seizing the rightful son in Kowloon are closing in step by step.
Ruoxi struggled to breathe between the small inch of peace given by the Fourteenth Master and the invisible net set by the Fourth Master. She tried to survive in the cracks of history and protect the people around her, but found that she had already been trapped in a chess game. When the wheel of fate rolls over, is her "ordered" choice a temporary driftwood or a fuse leading to a deeper whirlpool?
Under the honor of the Fourteenth Fortune, who can hear the lament of the widow? She will eventually understand that in some chess games, there is no turning back.
Intention: A better future and tomorrow