Your Majesty the Empress, May You Be Blessed and at Peace

Meng Qingran died on the day she was crowned empress. Her brilliantly red, dazzling gold phoenix robe lost its luster beneath a pool of blood. Looking back on the first half of her life, her father died of illness when she was fifteen, and her family fell into decline. She had been promised to the Third Prince, Xiao Lin, but she thought he would end up marrying someone else. Still, Xiao Lin kept his promise, giving her a place to stand in the capital. She had thought it was a perfect match, only to discover she had married the wrong man. A prince, Xiao Lin was not only taciturn, aloof, and cold, but also had someone else in his heart. Her attempts to flirt with and seduce him, even at the cost of her dignity, had all been a joke. In the end, she died young. When Meng Qingran opened her eyes again, she was back on the night of her wedding. The warm, moist breath against her ear was just as familiar as before. If she could not change her fate as a princess consort, then she would avoid becoming empress. Given another life, she chose a different path. If she helped Xiao Lin get his wish and let someone else become empress, perhaps she could change her own fate too. But why did Xiao Lin seem like a different person? Where had the “cool” prince gone? “Your Highness, the princess consort struck Concubine Su.” Xiao Lin: “Su must have angered the princess consort. Let her discipline her as she sees fit.” “Your Highness, the princess consort went to watch the top scholar's parade.” Xiao Lin: “No matter. As long as she enjoys herself.” “But... the princess consort said the top scholar is handsome, even more so than you, Your Highness.” Xiao Lin's expression finally darkened. That night, Xiao Lin brushed aside Meng Qingran's sweat-damp hair and asked seductively, “Between me and the top scholar, who is more handsome?”