She was the first to transmigrate. Transmigrating was nothing to fear, and neither was getting married!
“Imperial Consort!” What a ridiculous title. And the ridiculousness didn’t end there: she was merely the woman offered up for the sacrifice. Whenever trouble arose, she was the one they tied up and pushed to the front, ready to be sacrificed to save the more valuable pieces.
He was the king! He could kill anyone in the world to get what he wanted. For the sake of power, anyone could be sacrificed, even the woman he loved. Killing without batting an eye was his defining trait.
The palace was rife with schemes. One character after another appeared, fighting for power and favor, seeking revenge, and spilling blood. What did it all lead to? One sacrifice after another only brought more conspiracies.
If you want to survive, you have to be ruthless. You’re cruel? I’ll be even crueler. In the end, who will emerge victorious and stand before the trophy of triumph?
And what did his boundless ambition have in store for her? What?
An even greater mystery, steeped in the stench of death...
It wasn’t her fault she fell in love. It was a karmic bond from a past life that led to her transmigration in this life, and to a love that shook the heavens and stirred the earth. Three lifetimes of fleeting splendor, in exchange for one lifetime of enchantment with you!
With one last smile, she turned to him. “You did love me once.” A long sword pierced her, and tears of blood flowed...
