After He Refused to Marry Her, She Turned the Tables and Started a Makeover Plan

On the Lantern Festival night, Fang Hua died beneath the palace walls and realized that her ten-year obsession had been misplaced. Reborn to the year the cold-palace prince Pei Ji was five, she tore up her tender, sweet strategy manual and took up the blade of power and intrigue. In the treacherous inner palace, she used the emperor's favor to advance step by step, raising the abandoned child of the cold palace to the position of heir apparent. But the wolf cub she had personally trained grew increasingly difficult to tame, and the balance between power and affection swayed amid bloodshed. When Shang Miao, the emperor's beloved, returned with a scheme, and the obsessive emperor bared his tender fangs, Fang Hua laughed softly at the System's prompt. "What I want has never been a phoenix crown and bridal robes." Over fifteen years, from the cold palace to the Golden Throne Hall, she had woven a web of familial affection around the tyrant's weakness. But when she turned to leave, why did those bloodstained hands cling so tightly to her clothes? In this life-or-death game of chess, who was truly moving the pieces?