In March of the seventh year of Tianyuan, the prime minister raised his troops to rebel. I was thrown into the cold palace as the daughter of a guilty minister, and I was reduced from a dignified queen to an abandoned concubine in the cold palace.
In April, Song Siheng personally led troops to quell the judgment. Within half a year, he slaughtered all the rebels and captured the prime minister alive.
In September of that year, the Zhou family, the former powerful Prime Minister, was executed by nine clans, leaving more than 1,800 people in the family, leaving no one alive.
When I got the news, I sneaked out of the cold palace, dragging my six-month pregnancy with me, and knelt in front of Song Siheng, begging hard, hoping that he would spare my brother's life for the sake of the baby in his belly.
I thought Song Siheng would care about some affection after being married for so many years. After all, he once wanted a child very much. How many times we had sex together, he would always bite my ear and say: "Aling, please give me a child."
The fetus in my belly was my only hope, but Song Siheng pushed me away indifferently. His eyes when he looked at me changed from affectionate to disgust: "This evil son should never have been born. I am merciful in letting you live."
He even ordered someone to bring some decoction and forced me to drink it.
Only at this moment did I realize that my husband, whom I had admired for more than ten years, had never had any affection for me. He married me and pretended to dote on me just because I was the daughter of the prime minister.
Intention: Not awakened by love