My Clan Lies in a Mass Grave. Reborn as a Guilty Consort, I Must Kill to Survive

Shen He was reborn. In her previous life, she was deceived and devoted herself to helping the Third Prince. But after he ascended the throne, she was framed and thrown into the Cold Palace, while her entire family was exiled. In the pouring rain, she knelt outside the hall and begged him for mercy. Inside, he was making love to her stepsister. When she opened her eyes again, Shen He had been reborn ten years earlier, at the Empress Dowager's birthday banquet. The emperor decreed that she choose a husband. Shen He sneered. This time, she would seize power. Her gaze fell on an unremarkable man at the back of the crowd. The legendary Sixth Prince, aloof and supposedly dim-witted. None of that mattered. The important thing was, he was obedient. So Shen He pointed a slender finger at him. “I'll take him.” But after their wedding, she soon realized something was wrong. When Shen He killed someone, he handed her the knife. When Shen He seized power, he cleaned up after her. Shen He: ??? And this was what they called dim-witted? Only when she ascended to the throne as empress did she understand. That night, red candles blazed in the Golden Hall. He personally brought the jade imperial seal before her, his gaze burning with passion. “A He, in this life, I finally protected you.”