The year Gu Mingyun married Xiao Yan, all of the capital said she was the most noble woman in the world.
No one knew that Xiao Yan had once told her, “Your father’s life is in your hands.”
Later, her entire family was slaughtered, not one person left alive. Kneeling in the great hall, she finally smiled.
“Your Majesty, so the reason you married me back then was for this day.”
The young emperor sat on the dragon throne, his fingers digging into the armrests until his knuckles turned white.
He said nothing.
He could not speak.
He could not bring himself to say it.
Later, she died, and he went mad.
Fake-death fiction, a groveling husband’s redemption, and personal kinks included.
