I came from a humble background, but I was pushed to the throne by a face - just because I resembled his sudden death, Bai Yueguang.
On our wedding night, he pinched my chin and warned: "You are just her shadow, don't think too much of me."
I trembled, lowered my head and said yes; I sneered in my heart: What I want is never my heart, but my life.
From then on,
During the day, I am a perfect replica of the late empress, a puppet that can be trampled upon by others;
At night, I copied her handwriting and her tone of voice, sent false information to the imperial study, and handed the poisonous blade to her family.
The whole Internet scolded me for "imitating others", but they didn't know that every time I pretended to be her, I was burying a thunder under the throne.
The death of the late empress, the unjust imprisonment of my family, the 30,000 dead souls in the border areas... I want him to pay for all the blood debts with thousands of miles of rivers and mountains.
When my phoenix robe is dyed with fire and my red lips are smiling, he will see it with his own eyes——
How the face he loved the most could tear his world to pieces with his own hands.
