The barbarians had reached the city gates, but my consort, who had spoiled 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, biting down hard on my lower lip as I swore to kill him. Later, Zhao Hanzhou kissed Xie Yunrou’s lips and sneered, “Believe it or not, if I gave her a knife, she’d stab herself first, then crawl over like a dog and beg to be buried with me.” But he didn’t know that the one coming to save the emperor was Rong Yu, 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!”
