She was a proud, arrogant mercenary assassin from the 21st century, looking down on everyone. Then, in a single day, she became an unwanted daughter of an official's family.
A marriage contract sent her off in a bridal sedan, but her husband refused to let her through his door.
He appeared just in time, saying he would take her as a consort. But he was a cripple, paralyzed from the waist down.
Time passed. He became the ruler of a nation, but she was not his empress.
“Ling Mochen, did you marry me back then just for this jade pendant?” She held the pendant that held the fate of the world in her hands, her gaze icy.
He stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes sweeping coldly over the pendant in hers. “Yes.”
A bolt of lightning suddenly split the sky, and the pendant crumbled to dust in her hand. She smiled faintly. “So, does that mean your ambitions end here?”
His gaze hardened. He reached out and gripped her throat. “I'll make you pay.”
“Pay? Perhaps from this moment on, you're the one who'll have to pay.” She smiled as two trails of blood welled from the corners of her eyes…
