Everyone knows that Queen Ye Qingci is plain in appearance, has little talent and knowledge, and is submissive and weak-tempered. She was Xiao Jue's wife who was forced upon her by a decree of the late Emperor.
Xiao Jue also thought so.
But later he was shocked to realize that his queen's literary skills shocked the imperial family, her military skills could suppress the secret guards, and her medical skills were like the flesh and bones of the living dead. He watched helplessly as he indulged in her soft eyes, taking her cautious and considerate attitude as evidence that she loved him deeply.
Until the secret portrait was unfolded, the man in the painting looked exactly like him. Xiao Jue realized that all the tenderness and specialness were only because he gave birth to a face that looked exactly like the face of her sweetheart.
"Ha..." He crushed the remaining painting in his hand, and the tenderness in his eyes froze, turning into the cold blade of paranoia.
"Ye Qingci, since you chose me as a substitute..."
"Then in this life, the next life, and eternity, your heart and soul can only be trapped by my side."
