She was the first to transmigrate. She wasn’t afraid of transmigrating, nor was she afraid of getting married!
“Imperial Consort!” What a ridiculous title. And what followed was even more absurd: she was merely a woman offered up in sacrifice. Whenever trouble arose, she was bound and placed at the very front, ready to be sacrificed to save the rest.
He was the king! He would kill anyone in the world to get everything he wanted. For the sake of power, anyone could be sacrificed, including the woman he loved. He was the very image of a man who killed without batting an eye.
The palace was rife with strife, and one character after another appeared. Power grabs, contests for favor, revenge, bloodshed and slaughter… And what did it all lead to? Each sacrifice only brought more schemes.
To protect myself, I have to be more ruthless than you. In the end, who will emerge victorious and stand before the trophy of triumph?
And with his boundless ambition, what did he give her? What was it?
An even greater mystery, steeped in an even stronger scent of death…
It wasn’t her fault that she fell in love. It was the ill-fated bond from a past life that brought her to transmigrate in this life, into a love that shook the heavens and moved the earth. Three lifetimes of fireworks, in exchange for one lifetime of enchantment!
At last, she smiled. He turned back. “You did love me, after all.” A longsword stabbed toward her. Blood and tears…
