After Raising a Vicious, Sickly Beauty as a Pet, I Faked My Death and Disappeared

I have a teacher.

My teacher is the vicious, treacherous chancellor feared by everyone in the capital, and the dashing top scorer who stunned the world eleven years ago.

He saved me, and he harmed me. He used me as a pawn, yet died for me. I loved and hated him so much.

When I loved him, I called him Teacher, because he truly taught me so much.

With his own wounds, he taught me that those seeking revenge must be patient. With the whip in his hand, he taught me what it meant to rule. With his beautiful face, he showed me how the pear blossoms fell upon the rise and fall of my waist when desire stirred.

When I hated him, I wanted to devour his flesh and blood, because from the very beginning, I was a pawn in his hands.

He deliberately brought me out of the marquis's estate, where the entire family had been sentenced to death, and showed me his wounds, his pain, his hatred... and his beauty.

He used himself as bait to lure me into his game, turning me into a weapon aimed at the supreme throne. Like a fool being toyed with, I was pushed by him onto the throne.

But on the day I was crowned, he died in my arms.

As he slowly grew cold in my embrace, I hated him most of all.

I forbade anyone to speak of him, yet buried him in the imperial mausoleum.

I forbade the word