On the night of my husband's domestic violence, his concubine suddenly opened the door and screamed at me: "Kill him quickly! History books will write in the future that the first husband of the founding empress died tonight!"
I looked at the crazy light in her eyes that didn't belong to this era, and raised the vase tremblingly.
The next day, I became the wife of the county magistrate who "died of a sudden illness" and the newly appointed young county magistrate.
The court hall is turbulent and treacherous, and the harem is full of murderous intentions.
Until the tyrant on the dragon throne pinched my chin and chuckled: "Aiqing is so beautiful, if you were not a man, I would definitely accept you into the palace."
I leaned down and knelt down, the dagger in my sleeve was cold.
Historians will not record that the empress's dragon robe was dyed red with the tyrant's blood.
