On the Day of the Political Marriage, the Cold-Blooded King Casts Aside His Entire Harem for Me

[Princess sent to marry abroad VS foreign king] [Both are each other’s first and only]

I was the lowliest princess in the Great Liang. My mother was a palace maid, and I grew up in a cold, secluded palace until I was eighteen.

On the day our country was defeated, I was sent west to marry a foreign ruler: a cold-blooded king who had climbed to the throne over the bodies of his own kin.

When I first saw him, he wore silver robes and had a stern, imposing presence. My legs nearly gave out in fear.

I thought I would spend my life suffering in the deep palace, but his harem was empty. He devoted himself to me alone.

When Prince An rebelled, he personally led the campaign to crush the uprising. His battle robes were soaked in blood, yet his first words were, “Are you all right?”

When his cousin drugged and framed me, he struggled to keep his composure as he hurried to my side and rasped, “I have only you.”

When my imperial brother imprisoned me by force, he traveled a thousand miles to reach me. “I’m taking you home!”

Later, I bore him a son. Against all opposition, he raised me, a lowborn princess from a foreign land, to the position of empress.

From an abandoned girl in a cold palace, I became the only queen in his heart.

“In this chaotic world, all its splendor is worth less than your smile.”