On our wedding night, the Crown Prince called his side consort by her childhood nickname right in front of me. I lowered my head and pretended to wipe away tears, secretly testing him with a poisoned needle for the third time.
This time, it finally worked. The Crown Prince crashed to the floor.
A notification from the System chimed: “Revenge mission against the 99th faithless man complete.”
Footsteps suddenly sounded outside. It was the Imperial Guard in brocade uniforms, my nemesis who was always ruining my plans.
He lifted the tassels of my phoenix coronet and sneered. “Your Highness is faking your death again?”
I pushed him onto the bed. “This time it’s real. How about a deal, my lord?”
“For instance... you could testify that the Crown Prince died from an excess of sex?”
