What! His Majesty’s Wicked White Moonlight Is Back in the Palace

Xie Jiaojiao was once Huangfu Xiao's cherished white moonlight. An imperial decree arranging their marriage made her the crown prince's future consort. On the night of a palace banquet, she caught him with her cousin, Xie Zhiwei, in a side hall. She fell into the water and lost her memories. After two years in quiet retreat in Jiangnan, she unexpectedly bound herself to a System and, to protect herself, reported his treason to the late emperor.

As a result, she became the only traitor in this high-stakes game.

He spared her for old times' sake, but from then on they were done with each other.

She thought she would never see him again in this life. Until one day, the imperial procession traveled south, and an edict summoned her back to the palace to be made a consort.

On the day she returned, he threw her into a dilapidated hall beside the Cold Palace. His portrait hung on the wall, with a message written in his own hand: “Kneel here day and night, and think about what you owe me.”

He gripped her chin with long fingers and said each word slowly: “I want you to kneel until I am satisfied.”

The women of the harem waited for a spectacle. This “traitor who stabbed the former crown prince in the back” had returned to the palace as a sitting target. It was only a matter of time before she was finished.

Later, at the Mid-Autumn palace banquet, the consorts publicly humiliated her. He drained his wine cup, rose with a sweep of his robe, and stood in front of her. He addressed them one word at a time: “From this day on, anyone who bullies her is bullying me.” He took her hand and seated her beside him in front of the entire court. It was the seat Xie Zhiwei had occupied for three years.

Later still, she was made empress.

The consorts wailed: “Your Majesty, have you forgotten how she betrayed you?”

Xie Zhiwei knelt below the steps, tears streaming down her face. “Jiaojiao, your sister was wrong.”

He lowered his eyes and looked only at her. “Jiaojiao, I've waited ten years. At last, I can give you this seat.”

She smiled faintly. “I don't want it, Your Majesty. What I want is for the person who wronged me back then to kneel and make amends.”