The Grand Tutor is Fierce, and the Crazy Princess is Not to Be Trifled with

[A world of misery, villains all around / double lunatics + double heroines + no moral restraints + power over the court + tragic ending. Don’t be fooled by the title or the opening.]

In this world, there is no right or wrong—only people doing what must be done from their own position.

She once felt her heart stir, but it was only that—a fleeting feeling.

One plotted for a lifetime, yet died with hatred, her great vengeance unfulfilled.

The other lived unloved, forever stripped of freedom, trapped within the imperial city.

A deeply scheming, deranged Grand Tutor vs a black-bellied, peerless, deranged princess.

Qi Zhao Qian was a princess who could not see the light of day, raised in the cold palace since childhood, with no one caring whether she lived or died.

Within the imperial city, the bricks and tiles were cold—and so were human hearts.

Being bullied, cursed, and beaten was routine.

Often, her elder sister would step on her, grinding her into the dirt like worthless mud.

Until one day, a slender, elegant hand gripped her chin and leaned close to whisper by her ear:

“You are more suited to that throne than she is.”

In that moment, Qi Zhao Qian’s gaze fell upon the imperial throne—and upon the world itself.

A single imperial edict pulled her into the vortex. She understood what Yun Yu Bo’s words meant: that she was more obedient than the eldest princess, more suitable to be called a puppet, and far easier to control.

But she forgot—she was no caged bird. How could she resign herself to being a puppet for life, a powerless chess piece forever?

(Everyone said the eldest princess was destined to ascend the throne. But on that day, in wind and driving rain, all the court officials knelt in submission as Qi Zhao Qian walked into the great hall, step by step, carrying her elder sister’s head in her hand, and sat upon the dragon throne…)

“If my dear sister can sit on this throne, why can’t I?”