Powerful Minister, Mastermind

In her previous life, she was the dreaded “Killer Buddha” of the assassin world, but the man she secretly loved treated her as a traitor and used her as a human shield. She died with resentment in her heart and her soul transmigrated to another world, unaware that she faced a massive conspiracy and even greater challenges. Given another chance at life, how could she allow herself to be shackled again? She has always put her goals first. Everything else is nothing but passing clouds. Whether it is a beautiful kingdom or turbulent times, she couldn’t care less. But this time, she will use the realm as bait and imperial power as her lure, help a wise ruler ascend the throne, restore past glory, and write her own legend. And, while she’s at it, she’ll catch herself a husband and make everyone else jealous. In the capital, everyone says that Yu Moqing, the young daughter of the Chancellor’s household, is a legend. They say that at ten, she foolishly chased after a man and swore she would marry no one but him; at fourteen, she was convicted of treason and exiled; at seventeen, she solved a major injustice and cleared her name, then took over as the Shadow Master to protect imperial authority. When a wise ruler finally ascended the throne, she was bestowed the title of princess. Her life was one of boundless glory, the envy of all. Three years of humiliation, sharing in conspiracies, growing strong, and returning for revenge. First, no one resented the crown prince’s downfall. Second, no one could stop her in court. Third, no one could keep her from marrying her husband. Fourth, no one doubted her great renown. Unofficial histories say: The Shadow Master’s name shines like the moon, peerless and unparalleled, celebrated throughout the realm. Yu Moqing can only hold her forehead and say, “That’s complete nonsense!” Who could have known that every time she married, it wasn’t the man she loved, and she still got dragged into one conspiracy after another? “What! Another arranged marriage? And to the frail, sickly Sixth Prince?” “Fine, fine... I’ll marry him. I can always divorce him later!” Pregnant with the child of the man she loved and prepared to be a widow again, she watched as her red bridal veil was gently lifted. “You monster, you’re not dead!” “Girl, you haven’t become my wife yet. How could I bear to die?”