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

Meng Lianyu had been the Princess Consort of Shangzhou for five years.

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

He had used her blood as medicine, taking nearly a hundred years off her life.

When her hair turned white overnight and she lost her sight, she leaped from the city wall.

But a pair of arms caught her. When she opened her eyes, she saw the Imperial Preceptor, the man who had tended to her wounds day after day.

The man's ever-gentle smile had been replaced by an endless chill.

She watched as he lowered his head and carefully leaned closer. "Does it have to be him?"

This time, she had no reservations. Boldly wrapping her arms around his shoulders, she asked, "Then will you take me away?"

Her cold and heartless 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 frightened, he said, "Meng Lianyu, I forbid you to go with him."