[Historical Romance · Devoted Couple]
When Lin Qinglan returned from town with joss paper, the manor had become a graveyard.
The sixteen-year-old girl crouched behind a haystack, covering her mouth so she wouldn’t make a sound. Only after the black-clad men had searched every inch of the floor and left did she crawl into the courtyard and feel beneath her foster mother’s body. There she found half a tiger tally and a final message: Go to the capital and find the Seventh Prince.
The Lin family sent people to bring their “legitimate daughter” back to the capital to take another bride’s place. The groom happened to be the Seventh Prince. Lin Qinglan slipped on the real legitimate daughter’s clothes, smiled at the face in the water jar, which looked seventy percent like her own, and said, “I’m Lin Wanqing. Let’s go.”
Prince Su was notorious, and rumors said he was impotent. On their wedding night, she got straight to the point: “I’ll take the blame for Your Highness, and in return, you’ll help me investigate my case. What do you say?” He raised his sickly eyes. “Deal.”
Later, she discovered that the order to slaughter her entire family had come from… And her foster mother had died before she could tell Lin Qinglan who she really was. Seeing her hands tremble as she clutched the evidence, he draped his cloak over her shoulders. “Search as much as you like. If the sky falls, I’ll hold it up.”
Later, he ascended the throne, and she became empress. On their wedding night, as he lifted her veil again, she smiled. “Are we just using each other again?” He took her hand. “This time, it’s a vow to grow old together.”
