A Perfect Consort

She woke up with amnesia and was arrested.

A snake-like man fed her bugs and threw her into the imperial palace to serve as a substitute for the crown princess.

Fine clothes and good food were all an illusion. The reality was that her head was on the line.

Her husband, the crown prince, was as noble as could be, but surrounded by a chilling aura, cold to the bone and sinister as a demon.

Her perfect rival was adored by the emperor and empress dowager alike, wise and refined, and breathtakingly beautiful.

She was furious! She was frustrated!

There were so many tears in her life, she couldn't begin to tell them all.

The palace intrigues never ended, and power struggles followed one after another, enough to make her think herself bald.

Humming a little tune, she pushed forward against the wind, unafraid of hardship, hands on her hips as she shouted:

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