The barbarians had reached the city gates, but my crown princess, who had loved me for years, murdered the emperor and usurped the throne, then threw me into a military camp. I lay limp in the mud, my eyes vacant, gritting my teeth as I vowed to kill her. Later, Zhou Wanyi kissed Gu Zhe’s lips and sneered, “Believe it or not, if I gave him a knife, he’d stab himself first, then crawl over like a dog and beg to be buried with me.” But she didn’t know that the one coming to save the emperor was Gongsun Shuang, the prince of a fiefdom with a different surname, known as the God of Slaughter. “Marry me. I’ll help you seize the throne, and you can kill your enemy with your own hands!”
