Chen Qianxue, who had returned to the real world, had a completely different mindset from Qin Jiao.
She was neither angry nor unwilling. Her thoughts were as calm as ever. It was as if she was in a sage state all the time.
She was not surprised by her own death. After all, she was already used to dying so many times.
Who could have imagined that the young 19-year-old had already experienced many deaths.
"The chess piece was a bit off, so it's normal to lose." Chen Qianxue's muttering tone was also very calm, there was not the slightest bit of resentment. I underestimated the other party's ruthlessness towards me, and I also underestimated the allure of the throne to others. Even if they are blood-related siblings, in the face of absolute power, they would completely turn against each other and draw their swords at each other."