The Transmigrated Empress Rules the World

She was poisoned by his own hand.

In three days, her brief journey after transmigrating would come to an end.

“What’s your name?” He gripped her hand tightly as he pressed the sword point against her again, demanding an answer.

“Feng Moying,” she said with a smile. She wouldn’t tell him anything more. If he felt no guilt, there was no point in telling him anything. It would all be a ridiculous nightmare. If he did feel guilty, she still couldn’t tell him. She would let this secret become the sharpest thorn, taking root deep in his heart, tormenting him and making him suffer for as long as she remained in this world.