Southern Whispers

On their wedding night, the groom gripped her chin and said viciously, “Nanyu, don't even dream of winning my heart.” A month later, he held a wedding for his Imperial Noble Consort on a scale rivaling the empress's own ceremony. From then on, she became the biggest laughingstock in the harem.

As she carefully navigated the treacherous harem, trying only to secure the empress's position her father had promised her, an even greater conspiracy was waiting...

“Nanyu, remember: you are a descendant of the Nangong clan. You must shoulder the clan's responsibilities.”

“Nanyu, you are the last surviving descendant of the Nangong clan. How can you give yourself to the man who turned you into a citizen of a fallen kingdom?”

“Nanyu, kill him, and you can avenge the Nangong clan.”

“Nanyu, are you no longer going to listen to your father?”

“Nanyu, how dare you!”