I am the only empress of Dayong, yet I was forced to marry two imperial consorts at once.
The Prince of Zhenbei said he'd defend my empire, but then set the military tally on my dressing table. “Your Majesty, it's time to summon me to your bedchamber tonight.”
The enemy crown prince said he'd give me ten border cities, but on our wedding night he pressed a dagger to me and asked, “Do you want the throne, or your life?”
One hid a secret letter beneath the imperial bed, while the other poisoned our nuptial wine.
As I smiled and drank the wine, the daggers hidden in my sleeves were pointed at the backs of both their hearts.
“Tell me, my dear ministers: which of you will be the first to bleed across the wedding curtains tonight?”
