Start by Marrying the Middle-Aged Widower Emperor

On the wedding night, the hijab was lifted and the tip of the knife was pressed against the throat. "Xiliang's Hua Jieyu?" The emperor's voice outside the tent contained no emotion or anger. But she hid the poisonous hairpin in her hand, raised her eyes and answered: "I am the abandoned daughter of Daliang, Hua Jieyu." She originally thought that going here would be a dead end, but unexpectedly the tyrant did not kill her, and only said coldly: "My prince just died. Since you came here by yourself, then live for him." From then on, there was an undercurrent in the harem, and there was a war on the border. She drew military maps, tried life-saving measures, and gradually approached this man covered with old wounds. Until he grabbed her chin and asked with red eyes: "Your brother is a collaborator with the enemy. What should I do to you?" She asked him back: "Are you keeping me just for this moment?" Love and hatred, country and family, the third way is for her to explore on her own.