My husband was an emperor too powerless to rule.
Again and again, his ministers stopped him from deposing the empress, naming our son crown prince, or making me his empress.
After he died, the empress imprisoned me in the Cold Palace for twenty years, keeping my son alive only as long as I survived.
On the day death finally took me, a eunuch came to say that my son had been given poisoned wine as well.
History called me a temptress and a demon who ruined the realm, though I had spent my life urging mercy and never harmed a soul.
My husband and I once promised to find each other in another life.
Yet when that life came, I avoided the crown prince’s gaze and did everything I could not to be chosen—only to hear him tell his mother, “I choose Eldest Miss Song as my crown princess.”
