Spring Lock: The Mad Tyrant’s Obsession Turns Dark

I married the man who destroyed my family.

On our wedding day, he led his iron cavalry in a massacre of my entire household, then gripped my chin and said, “I spared your life only because you look so much like my beloved, who is dead.”

I smiled and spat blood onto his imperial robe. “What a coincidence. I’m alive only to see when you’ll go to hell.”

Later, I kept a low profile in the Cold Palace, while he maneuvered carefully at court.

He thought I was a replacement, a caged bird, a pitiful comfort in the palm of his hand.

Until enemy forces reached the city walls. I donned my armor and raised my sword, with the Shen family army, supposedly “wiped out to the last man,” standing behind me.

He turned red-eyed before the gathered troops and rasped, “Who are you, really?”

I pointed my sword at his heart and smiled.

“Your Majesty, I’m your comeuppance.”