The Treacherous Consort Rules the Court

The realm is torn apart by rival powers, and chaos reigns. With a thousand faces, she enters the imperial harem and gives herself to him. He says, “You’re only a substitute.” She glances back calmly and smiles with breathtaking resolve. “I know.” “Why aren’t you angry?” he asks, stubbornly pulling her into his arms. “Because...” Her eyes turn seductive as she twirls a lock of his hair around her finger. “My motives aren’t pure either.” She is the wicked consort who throws the court into chaos, hated by all, a modern-day Daji. The ministers petition the emperor to condemn the demoness, a remnant of the previous dynasty, to death. He holds her in his arms as if she were a priceless treasure, and lets out a heartbroken, anguished sigh. “If I can only choose one, her or this realm, then I choose her. For all eternity, I will never regret it!”