Stop Chasing Me, Your Majesty. Your Consort Has No Place for You in Her Heart

Everyone says Xia Nantang is the most dignified woman in the imperial palace.

The emperor grants her unparalleled favor, honors her above all the women of the harem, and gives her children to rely on, ensuring her a peaceful life.

But no one knows that the bright moon in her heart was long ago buried on the frontier, pierced by a rain of arrows.

The day Shen Che died in battle, heavy snow covered the palace walls of the capital.

He survived countless brushes with death on the battlefield and earned every military honor he could, all for a single imperial decree granting him a marriage, so he could take her out of the palace.

In the end, not even his body remained, and he never saw her once before he died.

Later, the young emperor, who ruled a vast empire, finally came to his senses. For the rest of his life, he silently protected her and indulged her in every way.

But the vermilion walls stood a thousand feet high, and the frost and snow fell away.

The one from the past was gone, and the heart that once held hope had died.