A Perfect Consort

She woke up with amnesia and found herself captured.

A snake-like man fed her a bug and tossed her into the imperial palace to serve as a crown princess's stand-in.

Fine clothes and delicious food were all an illusion. The real thing was living with her head on the line.

Her crown prince husband was nobly born, yet surrounded by an eerie chill, cold to the core and wicked as a demon.

Her perfect rival was loved by the emperor and doted on by the empress dowager, graceful and clever, and impossibly beautiful.

She was furious! She was frustrated!

There were too many tears in her life to tell the whole story.

The palace intrigue never ended, and political power struggles came one after another, leaving her brain so frazzled she nearly went bald.

Humming a little tune as she charged against the wind, she feared no hardship, put her hands on her hips, and shouted:

Let the storm come down even harder! I'll turn the lot of you beasts into dust with my own hands.