Ruling the World as Its Empress

Am I myself? Am I not? Who am I? And who are you? Who did you come for? You traveled a thousand miles, covered in wounds. Was that love? A hatred mixed with heart-rending pain, one that could never come to fruition? All the love poured into a life could never withstand the merciless erosion of time and the cruel tricks of fate. The story: “You joined the Tatars for me?” A cold laugh rang out nearby. “You did it to defeat the Oirat, secure a brief peace, and turn the court’s affairs around. In the five years we’ve been married, did you ever take me riding up a mountain to watch the sunrise? But you took her instead. Now you’re going to marry her, and I have nothing to say. My family has fallen into ruin, and an orphaned girl like me can barely survive. My identity has become a deeply buried source of disaster. Why don’t you let me go?” Zhou Heng had never imagined anyone could become so important to him. There was no way he would let her go now. They would share a bed in life and a grave in death.