Mo Ranchen never expected to see him again. She had married the emperor, yet on her wedding night, he barged into her chambers and humiliated her.
He gripped her chin, his voice hoarse. "Ruan Qingyin, does my imperial nephew know you're a woman I've already grown tired of?"
Her heart heavy with bitterness, she could not reveal the truth because of her family's vendetta. "What a coincidence. I got tired of you a little earlier."
Everyone said the Regent, who could turn the court upside down with one hand, loathed the empress on the throne and was just waiting for the chance to drag her down and make her a slave.
They all waited to see the young empress make a fool of herself.
But as they waited, all they saw was Mo Ranchen constantly by her side, standing up for her time and again, helping her deal with scoundrels, and repeatedly presenting her with a beautiful peach blossom.
Then one day, someone saw the Regent kneeling outside the young empress's hall, his voice hoarse and pitiful. "Ruanruan, you're my whole life."
