Luan Feng and Ming were originally congratulatory messages for the emperor and empress on their wedding. But on the night when I was given the poisonous wine, he stood outside the palace with his arms around the newlyweds, leaving only one sentence: "The queen has no virtue and will be reduced to a commoner." When I opened my eyes again, I was fifteen years old again, and I had just been accused of being married to the unpopular fifth prince. The whole capital is laughing at me for marrying a loser. Only I know that in the future he will destroy mountains and rivers and ascend to the throne, and I am the loser wife he personally sent to death. This time, I tore up the imperial edict of marriage and turned around to propose to the disabled Prince of Zhenbei. Everyone thinks I'm crazy. But on the day when the fifth prince ascended the throne, an iron cavalry broke through the palace gate, and the man in the wheelchair took me into his arms, leaned over and smiled softly: "Madam, tell me... Shall you sit on this throne, or shall I sit on it?"
