Wei Zhongxian’s comment about me being a "pawn" was still buzzing in my ears like an annoying fly. A pawn? Hah! I am no trinket to be pushed around by anyone. I, Su Mingyue, am a queen destined to turn the tables! Pei Yuan’s "well done" was heartwarming, though—the kid finally proved reliable for once.
But this play had only just begun. I took a deep breath. The air was thick with tension and excitement, sharp as chilled spirits, stinging my nerves. For the next few days, we were like a bow pulled to its limit, poised and ready. Pei Yuan, Imperial Noble Consort Chen, and I—a trio that seemed to have nothing in common—were now a single, tightly coiled rope, waiting to tear out the cancer that was Wei Zhongxian by the roots.
Imperial Noble Consort Chen, the mistress of the inner palace, was no pushover. Beneath her delicate exterior lay an ambition as volatile as a volcano. She didn’t just want power within the palace walls; she wanted control over the entire dynasty. And I had become the sharpest blade in her hand. We met in secret, forging a meticulous plan. Xiaotao, that poor, mute maid, became our vital link. Though she could not speak, her eyes were sharper than anyone’s; she used her brushes instead of words to pass intelligence with pinpoint accuracy. Looking at the detailed layout of Wei Zhongxian’s residence that she had drawn, I couldn't help but marvel—the girl was a genius.
Chapter 140