Severing Longing

In the seventh year of my marriage to Pei Yu, I received an imperial edict stripping me of my title as empress.

The System sounded an alarm.

If I were deposed, my soul would be obliterated.

I looked at the man sitting upright on the dragon throne and pleaded softly,

"Your Majesty, if you depose me, won't I die?"

"Then go and die."

I bowed my head, kowtowed, and accepted the edict.

But when he learned that I had truly died, he went mad.