"In this life, you will always be my woman." His face was as imperious as ever.
Yet who could see the tenderness hidden in his eyes and between his brows?
For the sake of a promise, she helped him eliminate treacherous ministers and seize the realm.
Among his many concubines, she became the only consort who never had to attend his bedchamber.
He used his power to build towering palace walls around her,
but in the end, he could not warm her heart, already grown cold.
At sunrise, she helped him dress and accompanied him to court, never leaving his side.
At nightfall, she selected consorts for him from the name plaques and quietly stood guard outside his bedchamber, still never leaving his side.
He once said, "As long as you agree to stay, the position of empress will naturally be yours."
Her smile bloomed like fireworks, then turned as cold as black ice in an instant. She said icily, "I don't want it."
Indeed, she did not want it.
If not for avenging her friend, she would never have wanted anything to do with him in this life!
She remembered that year,
when he asked, "Why did you save me?"
His handsome face wore a cool, indifferent expression.
She said, "Because you can only die by my hand."
A fierce glint appeared in her beautiful eyes.
With a faint smile, he closed his eyes. "I am willing to die by your hand."
With a turn of her wrist, her sword mercilessly pierced his chest.
Because someone had once said:
Once you get close to him, your heart will know nothing but endless waiting.
Unwilling to wait, she could only kill him...
And yet...
