Poem of the Morning

Transmigrating is no big deal, but what do you do if you’re marrying a tyrant? Liu Shiyao jolted upright. “The emperor is a tyrant, and I just happened to transmigrate here. Could Heaven have sent me to save the people from their suffering?” “Mm! It must be!” Liu Shiyao nodded. She clenched her right hand into a fist and held out her left palm, then brought fist down onto palm. “Heaven has entrusted Shiyao with a great mission: first, take charge of the government; second, kill my husband; third, save the people. This is what an empress should do.” What Liu Shiyao didn’t know was that someone was standing outside the door just then: the very tyrant she was talking about. “Kill your husband to save the country?” Nangong Chen gave a cold laugh. “Ambitious.”