Fake Princess: the General's Consort Is Hard to Chase

The sky is like a round cover, and the land is like a chess game; people in the world are divided into black and white, competing for honor and disgrace. As a human being, how many people really know what they want? When death comes, will you die generously or will you cling to the last straw and seek a glimmer of hope? If you were given another chance, what would your choice be?