The Beloved Imperial Consort

In everyone’s eyes, she was nothing but an ill-fated loner whom no one dared approach.

“Someone, lock her in the ancestral hall. No one is to go near her without my orders.”

“Father, Father, I’m your daughter too!” Lin Xijun yelled with all her strength. Then her strength gave out, and she collapsed onto the ground. She let the cold floor press against her back through the thin fabric of her clothes as the servants tossed her into the ancestral hall like an unwanted bundle.

How ridiculous. How ridiculous of her to have held on to even the slightest hope for them.