The most useless person in the capital married the most noble princess.
On their wedding night, he lay on the wedding bed eating peanuts while she stood beside the bed holding scissors. He smiled and said the "truth": "When my rebellion succeeds, you will be the princess of the former dynasty."
She thought he was going crazy. Until she found out - this loser who couldn't even draw a bow had seven stab wounds on his body; this dude, who was ridiculed by the whole city, had an army under his command that even the court didn't know about.
He is not a waste. He was the prince of the previous dynasty and had been dormant for eighteen years. Marrying her was just the first step in his rebellion plan.
She became afraid. It wasn't that she was afraid that he would rebel, but that she was tempted even though she knew he was lying to her.
And he had waited for eighteen years for this day. The whole family's blood feud and the entire world's chess game cannot be destroyed in the hands of a woman.
"Murong Yuan, I have never regretted it in my life. But if I had it to do over again, I would not marry you."
Later, he really succeeded in his rebellion. Really let her go. He really became the emperor, and he really left the harem empty for five years.
Thousands of miles away, she opened an academy and named it "Wanggui". Forgot to go home, hope to go home.
But she also knew that that person would not come. She won't wait either.
This is not a story of "chasing his wife in the crematorium", but a story of "a two-way crematorium with no one winning in the end". As the old saying goes, the ceiling of sadomasochism is a must-read for fans of BE aesthetics - after the pain is over, you still want to think about it for three days.
In a sentence: He married her to rebel, but she lost her heart by marrying him. Later he won the world and lost to her.
