“Your Majesty, the deposed empress made the Noble Consort cry in the Cold Palace.”
“Oh? As long as she’s happy.”
“Your Majesty, the deposed empress left the chancellor speechless at court.”
“Oh? As long as she’s happy.”
“Your Majesty… the deposed empress says she doesn’t want the throne anymore. She wants to leave the palace.”
The emperor slammed his hand on the table, his face livid.
“She’s gone too far! Lock the palace gates!”
That night, the Son of Heaven crouched outside the Cold Palace, his voice full of grievance.
“Zhiwei, I was wrong. Will you come back with me?”
A woman’s lazy voice drifted from inside.
“No. Who are you?”
