The Great Luo Dynasty: The White-Haired Virtuous Empress

That year, the ninth month brought the first snowfall since the founding of the Daluo Dynasty. Her three thousand strands of dark hair turned white as snow overnight.

The deep love and blissful marriage they once shared vanished like passing clouds, never to return.

She leapt from the cliff, believing it would all be over, but survived against all odds. She returned with white hair, and now the wager she made with him over half a lifetime ago is reaching its end. How will it turn out?

(No memory loss, no love triangles, and the heroine has no string of admirers waiting in the wings.)