You Cried When I Died, But You Were Fine When I Had Two Lovers After Becoming Emperor

Meng Lianyu was the Princess Consort of Shangzhou for five years.

It wasn't until her husband brought home a woman who looked seventy percent like her that she understood why Lu Chen had married her.

Her blood was used as medicine, costing her nearly a century of her life.

After her hair turned white overnight and she lost her sight, she leapt from the city wall.

But another pair of arms caught her. When she opened her eyes, she saw the Imperial Preceptor, who had treated her wounds and cared for her day and night.

The man's familiar, gentle smile had been replaced by an endless chill.

She watched him lower his head and carefully lean toward her. "Does it have to be him?"

This time, she had no reservations. She boldly wrapped her arms around his shoulders. "Then will you take me away?"

Her heartless, unfaithful scumbag of an ex-husband lost his composure for the first time. As he ran toward her, he stumbled and fell.

His eyes red, his voice frantic and afraid, he said, "Meng Lianyu, I forbid you to go with him."