In my previous life, I was the legitimate daughter of a marquis's household, but I was blind to the truth. I humiliated him at every turn while he was still a prince, all for the sake of becoming empress, and helped a scoundrel ascend the throne. But on the day of my wedding, the decree that arrived was not one granting me a crown and bridal robes, but an order to confiscate my family’s estates and execute everyone in my household. The scoundrel put his arm around my half-sister and sneered, “A venomous woman like you thinks you deserve to be empress?” As I lay dying, the only one who risked his life to claim my body was the disgraced crown prince I had scorned and demoted to a commoner.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the eve of the imperial selection. I looked at the arrogant scoundrel before me, then turned toward the disgraced crown prince in the corner, dressed in plain robes and exuding a cold, aloof air. Smiling, I linked my arm through his. “Your Highness, marry me, and I’ll help you reclaim the throne.”
All of the capital laughed at me for being mad: instead of becoming crown princess, I was marrying a worthless man. But they didn’t know what kind of savage wolf lurked beneath this seemingly mild man’s surface. Nor did they know what kind of blade I carried within me, reborn for a second life.
This time, I have no intention of becoming some virtuous, chaste empress. I’ll make that treacherous pair kneel at my feet and watch as I reclaim everything that should have been mine, with interest!
