The daughter of General Ruan was sixteen, in the bloom of youth, and every young nobleman in the capital was desperate to marry her.
No one could have imagined that the eldest Miss Ruan would end up marrying a poor scholar who couldn't even kill a chicken.
On her wedding day, Ruan Zhuqing saw the man lift her veil. Threatening to kill herself, she confronted the demon before her. "What have you done to my husband?"
Li Jiamo cast aside all imperial decorum, looking like an evil spirit escaped from the imperial prison. "You think you can fool me with those tricks? You think you can escape me in this life? Dream on. If you want to die, then who knows what might happen to General Ruan and his two sons on the battlefield?"
On the day the eldest Miss Ruan married, she and her husband both died. Yet the palace gained a favored consort, much to the fury of its women.
Rumor had it that ever since this consort entered the palace, the cold, possessive emperor spent every night in her chambers. A few observant court officials also noticed the occasional handprint on his face.
The capital saw its heaviest snowfall in a century. The physicians of the Imperial Medical Academy knelt trembling before the emperor, but in the end, they still failed to save the person lying on the sickbed. White mourning banners went up in the palace, and the emperor posthumously named a dead woman his empress.
On the day of the empress's investiture, a female physician who championed justice appeared in the martial world.
Theme: Learn to bow your head.
