Fog

"When I rule the world, I will reserve a place by my side for you."

"All right."

Through war and strife, I stayed by your side. You promised me a lifetime together.

"When I hold supreme power, I will share moonlit nights beneath the flowers with you."

"Mm."

Before the general's tent, you and her were inseparable, exchanging tender affections. At last, you got your wish.

"She is not the one I love. I did it all to keep you safe."

"As you wish."

With a single promise to protect me, you married the chancellor's daughter in a grand procession.

Do you know that amid the wars, everyone thought I was your male favorite? Do you know what humiliation I endured before the general's tent? Do you know that on your wedding night, the cup you sent to my room contained poisoned wine?

The truth is, you knew all along. You were born to be an emperor, and power mattered most to you. Without your consent, how could they have driven me to this? You have conquered the world. What you need is an empress who can help secure your throne, not a strategist who can help you rule. I no longer have any value for you to exploit.

So be it. I will solve this last problem for you. One cup of poisoned wine burned its way down my throat, and from that moment on, there was no more Liu Yue in this world.

P.S. Please give me a cover.