The world is in turmoil, and the land is unsettled.
To avenge herself, she goes to great lengths to keep him by her side, while fending off their enemies with empty promises. After enduring humiliation and a conspiratorial attack, she furiously stirs up the capital’s political turmoil, kills treacherous ministers, invades an enemy nation, and schemes against the emperor, refusing to let the realm find peace.
She never expects to win his heart, and the two struggle between love and hate. In the end, she makes him emperor. She thinks they can grow old together, but what awaits her is his blade. He says only, “Your hands are stained with blood. The road you’ve walked all your life is paved with blood, too. I am the ruler of a great nation. I cannot let a poisonous woman like you become empress.”
She laughs bitterly, her spirit crushed. She lives her whole life consumed by resentment, but never leaves him. She watches him grow. Wasn’t her blood shed for him?
