A court conspiracy. A bed at the Lantern Festival.
She is Emperor Xuanzong of Tang's most beloved commandery princess, yet her younger sister frames her, leaving her to “lose her virtue” to a stranger in the dead of night.
He is nominally the useless younger son of the Minister of Justice, but in truth he is a former counterterrorism expert who transmigrated here, skilled in psychological analysis and intelligence operations.
A “scandal” forces them into marriage, but neither realizes they have already been caught in a vast web of political intrigue and espionage.
Strange cases multiply, the court is shaken, spies lurk in the shadows, and the people grow restless.
He investigates cases, builds a network, and controls public opinion, advancing step by step until he turns the tables.
She puts on an act, lays schemes, and rises by exploiting every opportunity, calculating each step, only to lose her heart.
One in the light, one in the dark; one a scholar, one a fighter. It is impossible to tell friend from foe.
But the true storm is still brewing, before the An Lushan Rebellion begins…
“Are you just a pawn?”
“No. I'm the hand that turns the game around.”
