The Empress Stole My Husband? Reborn, I Lured the Emperor to Soar into the Clouds

Lu Wanyang was a fake heiress, yet everyone in the capital envied her for marrying so well.

Her husband, Xiao Yan, had become Right Chancellor at a young age. He was handsome, devoted, and deeply favored by Empress Li.

But when her father fell gravely ill, Xiao Yan took away the only medicine that could save his life and presented it to the empress as a birthday gift.

She knelt outside the palace gates for three days, begging to see the empress and plead for the medicine, but all she received was a change of clothes for Xiao Yan, delivered by a palace servant.

Tucked inside was a scarlet phoenix-and-mandarin-duck bellyband.

That night, her father breathed his last.

She fainted outside the palace gates, and the three-month-old baby in her womb did not survive either.

In a single night, she lost both her father and her child. She vomited blood and teetered on the brink of death, only for Xiao Yan to call her "utterly unreasonable."

He declared righteously, "His Majesty is bedridden, and the empress is toiling over state affairs. Which matters more, the realm or the personal life and death of your father? The answer is obvious!"

So, before she drew her last breath, Lu Wanyang had his love letters to the empress plastered across every street and alley.

She wanted to see for herself which mattered more in the empress's eyes: power, or the personal life and death of Xiao Yan!

When she opened her eyes again, she had returned to the time before their wedding.

At this point, the current emperor, Xie Wuwang, was still a dissolute playboy, wasting away under the burden of his illness.

She presented him with the prescription left behind by the Medicine King. "Break off your engagement to Li. I'll save your life."

For some reason, though, Xie Wuwang's gaze grew more and more feverishly intense.

On their wedding night, he tossed Xiao Yan, who had come to beg for reconciliation, into the river, then pressed close to her ear and murmured,

"My life is already in your hands..."