On their wedding night, she was not in their room. The prince was enraged and confined her to her quarters, keeping her there for six months.
Six months later, the emperor summoned her, shattering her peaceful life. He was proud and aloof, seemingly heartless yet capable of love. She was fearless and seemed emotionless, yet was cold as ice. (If anything is unclear, you can read the “Past and Present Lives” section under “About the Work.” Leave a comment if you have questions. Hehe.)
His gaze grew more and more intense as he looked at her. When she looked at him, the ice quietly began to melt.
A conspiracy unfolded. Vengeance and a struggle for power gradually took shape, and the country was on the verge of changing hands.
Despairing and broken, he suddenly went to prison, leaving her a letter of divorce. She furrowed her brows and paid it no mind. “I’m your consort. Wait for me to save you.”
She looked at him, her lips curving into a smile, delight written all over her face.
