She was a notorious beauty who brought disaster wherever she went, and her husband died on their wedding day. A chastity arch? What was that supposed to be? She cast it aside without hesitation and pursued her own happiness.
She was a scourge to the realm. A widow one day, she became the emperor’s new empress the next. Everyone called her fickle, never realizing all she wanted was to grow old hand in hand with the one she loved.
“Xue’er, marry me. I’ll treat you well for the rest of our lives.” A handsome man, his eyes full of sincerity.
A man this handsome was hard to find anywhere in the world. Ouyang Xue, just say yes.
“I… I…” She thought and thought, but couldn’t come up with a reason to refuse.
“Do you dare?” another man’s voice cut in.
“You scared away every man who wanted to marry me. You have to find me someone to settle down with.” She grabbed his sleeve, unreasonable and a little pitiful, yet stubborn.
“Then I’ll marry you.” The handsome man in bright yellow robes spoke with a teasing air that made anyone want to hit him. But Ouyang Xue didn’t dare, because he was the emperor.
“Fine, I’ll marry you. But I’ll be empress, not a consort.” She was still trying to bargain. It was as if she had a death wish.
“I’m not finished. You can be the empress, but there can be no consorts.” Good heavens, what kind of person was he? Did he think he was a celestial beauty, daring to demand such a thing of the emperor? Ouyang Xue, you’ve gone too far.
“Can I refuse?” From his tone, it sounded as if the emperor were bargaining with her. “Do you dare?”
