On the day Fourth Prince Shen Jingyu was thrown into prison, I returned the keepsake he'd given me as a token of our love, then turned around and became engaged to the Crown Prince.
But no one expected that over the next three years, Shen Jingyu would scheme his way onto the throne.
On the day of his coronation, an imperial decree forced me to break off my engagement and marry him instead.
Everyone under heaven said I was favored, the empress whom the emperor had married at any cost.
But in truth, he hated me to the core. Every night, he ordered me to kneel outside his door until dawn as punishment.
As empress, I lived worse than a palace maid, yet I never cried or made a scene.
Shen Jingyu grew more and more deranged. He bit my lips until they bled and asked viciously, "Why aren't you jealous?"
I smiled. Did any of this matter? I was nearly dead.
He hated me for being heartless and married me only to torment me. But after I die, how will he see me then?
This point is for the heroine. Too low. I'm afraid I'm sorry for her wishful thinking. 😒😒😒