The Deposed Empress Returns: Your Majesty, Please Be Gentle

On their wedding night, he treated her like trash and personally wrote, “Ugly and plain,” condemning her as a hideous, lowborn woman unfit to be empress. Yet she smiled gracefully and bowed. “Your Majesty is quite right.” He flew into a rage. He sentenced her to spend the rest of her life behind closed doors, growing old and dying in the Jiaofang Palace. Three years passed in the blink of an eye. A violent coup shook the palace, and its walls came crashing down. She strode into the throne hall through a sea of blood, a vermilion beauty mark between her brows, her expression cold and merciless. “I have proved unworthy of being empress. Perhaps I should try being emperor instead. Your Majesty, abdicate and take off your clothes.”