The Empress Is a Black Lotus

In my previous life, I made his beloved drink safflower tea.

I also married her off to a poor scholar, and he hated me for it for the rest of his life.

He called me a vicious woman, unfit to be empress.

That day, we fell off a cliff together. Holding me in his arms, he begged me:

“Elder Sister, if we could live our lives over, please spare A Yao. Spare me.”

“Please let us be together.”