Lin Rui had spent months crafting the world of Tughril. He knew every mountain, every law, and every heartbeat of his characters. He had written the character of Princess Lian Zhi to be many things.
In his original manuscript, she was obedient, quiet, and filial.
But Resilient? No. That was never part of the plan.
She was meant to be a victim of the palace, not a woman who understood its dark secrets. Information was never supposed to reach her, certainly not information as explosive as a military coup.
And yet, she knew everything.
How did she know about the revolt? How did she know that her own death was written into the schedule? These weren't rumors that she could have picked up from a gossiping maid. There weren't supposed to be any rumors at all.
The Chancellor was a man of cold perfection, careful to the point of paranoia. And the Dowager was terrifyingly meticulous. He knew that because he wrote them into character.
No one was supposed to see the whole picture.
