Jade-Hued Calamity: The First Imperial Consort

She was once a princess of the Zhao Kingdom, peerlessly beautiful and cherished by everyone. Yet at the most beautiful moment of her life, she lost everything.

“Jin Nian, come with me. I’ll still treat you well. You’ll still be my imperial consort.” Amid the raging fire, he clutched her hand tightly, his heart aching with love for her.

But she gave a desolate smile. “You’re the one who destroyed everything I had!” Then, while he was distracted, she slipped a silver needle into one of his pressure points, leaving him unable to move. Paralyzed from head to toe, he could only watch helplessly as Yue Jinnian plunged into the flames and vanished in the blazing inferno…

A year later, she had been transformed. Her looks were unchanged, but she was even more alluring. When they met again, she played a tune on her flute, her sleeves dancing gracefully as a gentle, breathtaking smile lit her face. “This servant is Hua Nongying, a guest of the Prime Minister’s residence…”

One dance led her into the imperial palace, where night after night was filled with passion and tenderness.

She became a substitute, but for herself.

He held her in his arms and called her name, never realizing she was already by his side…

She had come seeking revenge. Through endless torment and sweetness, what she saw in him was…

“Jin Nian, do you truly hate me this much?” he asked, the sword in his hand resting against her flawless white neck.

She looked up at him, her cool eyes utterly unafraid. “Yes.”

“I kept thinking how wonderful it would be if you were Jinnian instead of Nongying. But now that you are, I wish you were Nongying,” he continued.

Yet Yue Jinnian smiled with a beauty that could topple cities, a smile that broke hearts and captivated them at once. “It makes no difference who I am. If it weren’t for you, Hua Nongying would never have existed…”

Those words were the deepest pain in her heart. While he hesitated for a moment, she drove another silver needle into one of his pressure points, and this time it was not a paralyzing one…

Ten years later, on Qingfeng Cliff, a stunning woman in purple stood at the edge, gazing into the distance at the capital of the Jing Kingdom. Beside her was a girl of about eight or nine. The little girl tugged at her hand and asked, “Mother, why do we come here every year? Will we come again next year?”

She smiled sadly and replied, “No. This is the last time.”