The Art of Power

I am the legitimate eldest daughter of the current marquis.

The Third Prince was so captivated by my beauty that he begged the emperor to arrange our marriage.

Every day, he sent me flowers and praised me as the only woman in the world more beautiful than a flower.

Taken in by his sweet talk, I married into his household.

But once I was his wife, his adoration turned to loathing. Every time he saw me, disgust filled his face.

He said, “The only person I will ever love is Tang Jinzhi.”

All he wanted was the Northern Desert army owned by my family.

I died in the third month of our marriage.

He immediately resorted to vile means to marry my full-blooded younger sister.

What he didn't know was that my sister had already died on the seventh day after my death.

And he, too, will die on the first anniversary of hers.