The First-Rank Queen

He is a notorious young wastrel in the capital, but who could guess that he is actually a woman?

At her mother's command, she disguises herself as a man and passes for one. No problem, she can enjoy her freedom.

But making her marry a wife... Isn't that taking the act a little too far?

On their wedding night, the bridal veil is lifted.

"A man?!" She is stunned. Her bride is actually a man?

His phoenix eyes narrow, icy light flashing from them. Beneath the veil, the man glares at her, radiating murderous intent, and says coldly, "A woman? How dare you!"

All she wants is to trade the dust and clamor of carriages and horses, and the wealth and high office, for a little boat on the river, willow branches swaying overhead, and a carefree life lived with laughter and style.

But if fate truly refuses to favor her, and Heaven can't bear to see her at ease,

then with a wave of her hand, she will command the winds and clouds; with a sweep of her sleeve, she will overturn the world.

There is nothing in this world I cannot do, only things I choose not to do.

If I cannot live as a carefree idler, then I shall spread my wings like a swan and let my phoenix cry ring across the heavens.

Let the world bear witness: who can stand against me?