The Imperial Tomb

He was a princess of a fallen kingdom, once the most beautiful woman in the imperial capital, peerlessly elegant and destined to be an empress.

He was the son of a lord. Before turning twenty, he already controlled more than ten cities and commanded tens of thousands of soldiers.

He spent his whole life trying to restore her kingdom.

He had spent half his life on the battlefield, earning countless military honors. Ever since she met him, she had never picked up a sword again.

At her enthronement ceremony, she stood peerlessly elegant as empress, while he was covered in scars and had only one arm left.

With tears streaming down his face, he knelt and shouted, "Long live the empress!" Only then did he understand: she was the ruler, and he had long since become her subject.

Back then, for the sake of a single word from you, I marched east and west, my white armor stained with blood. I even dared to ascend the throne and destroy my own country. Who knew that one moment of folly would let someone else reap the rewards? I watched you rule the world from beneath the city walls. Do you know that in that instant, my tears fell like rain?

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.