On my wedding day, my former husband, the emperor, lifted my veil
I was the empress of Great Liang. The day I faked my death and escaped the imperial palace, I was rescued from a mass grave by the enemy kingdom’s Prince Ning.
Unaware of who I was, he gave me the name Wan Niang and three carefree years beyond the frontier.
Then, on our wedding night, just as the red candles burned down, someone suddenly kicked open the door to our bridal chamber.
My former husband, the emperor of Great Liang, stood in the doorway with a bloodstained sword in hand.
He stared at Prince Ning’s hand around my waist and laughed madly. “You faked your death just so you could marry him?”
But Prince Ning suddenly shielded me behind him, his sword pointed at the emperor’s throat.
“Elder Brother,” he said, his voice frosted with ice, “when you poisoned her entire family, you should have known this day would come.”
