She Became Emperor, but I'm Not Her Imperial Consort

He waited for her for a long time, until she donned the emperor's robes, until her side was crowded with people. She had so many men. He was merely the most insignificant one. When they were young, she wrote a wish on a river lantern: "I only wish that Shen Ling and Yun Chu may spend their lives together, hand in hand until we grow old." He knew she never used an umbrella when it snowed. Neither did he. Perhaps only beneath the snow could they grow old together, their hair white as snow. Reader's Guide: 1v1, both are each other's white moonlight, and both are pure. Theme: The harm that survival of the fittest inflicts on men.