If Minister Xie Dares Not Marry Me, Why Cry When I Make Myself Empress?

As Zhang Yuhua leapt from the city wall, she thought of when Xiao Jiaxun and Xu Ruyue would die. But as she closed her eyes for the last time, she couldn't help wondering: Would Xie Zhuoqing avenge her? Maybe not, she decided. Xie Zhuoqing, the upright and honorable Chancellor Xie, had no reason to ruin his future for her, the discarded Empress of the Zhang clan. She was foolish and selfish, deaf and blind. How could she deserve to tarnish Chancellor Xie's good name? But when she opened her eyes again, Xie Zhuoqing, looking young and full of vigor, stared coldly at her and insisted she drink the bitter medicine. Zhang Yuhua's eyes suddenly filled with tears, frightening Xie Zhuoqing. Smiling through her tears, she softly asked him, “Brother Shenghe, if I drink this medicine, will you marry me?!” In the end, she never got to drink it. The medicine bowl fell straight to the floor, while Xie Zhuoqing's voice reached her at the very same moment. “Shuangshuang, I will!”