After a Political Marriage, the Ice-Cold Emperor Dotes on Me

“A political marriage is your only worth.” With the enemy at the gates, her husband’s icy voice was as bitter as winter. He had said it to save his realm.

“But if the empress marries into another country, the people will laugh at her…” Fear mingled with sorrow as she twisted her clothes in her hands, looking utterly pitiful.

“That is exactly where your worth lies!” He left her with even colder words, then turned away without a trace of compassion.

No one saw the wanton smile spread across the frail woman’s face.

The empress sent to marry for peace disappeared, and the two countries waged war without end. Yet the more they fought, the emptier their treasuries grew. By the time the rulers realized what was happening, it was too late: they had done all the work for someone else’s benefit.

When they met again, she still looked too weak to hurt a fly. Yet with the crook of a finger, she could plunge the world into chaos and turn the tides of power…

Was this really the frail woman whose meridians had been destroyed, leaving her unable to practice martial arts for the rest of her life?

He abandoned his vast realm just to follow her.

All he got in return was her cold laugh as she patted the pet dog in her arms. “Even one hair plucked from my darling is worth more than your treasury. What would I want your vast realm for?”