On our wedding night, he said, “Qingyi, I’ll protect you for the rest of my life.”
I believed him. I endured my mother-in-law’s insults, my brother-in-law’s harassment, and swallowed every grievance for his sake.
But when he returned from Jiangnan, he wouldn’t even touch me.
Then I discovered the truth: he had already lost the ability to perform as a man, and the guard he trusted most was actually a stand-in he’d arranged to father a child with me.
After one night of scheming, I went from being his wife to a pawn on his chessboard.
If you’ve all deceived me, don’t blame me for turning against you.
I staged a pregnancy, seized power and influence, and brought the entire Marquis’s residence to its knees.
But just when I thought I was finally free, the guard who had warmed my bed told me that my father had bloodied his hands with the deaths of 123 members of the guard’s family.
My lover is a blade, my paramour is an enemy, and my husband is a cage.
The cage is built. This time, who is whose prisoner?
