On the day the Crown Prince was deposed, I left the Eastern Palace with the palace servants, a bundle on my back.
When we reached a deserted place, the Crown Prince caught my hand. “Come with me. I can protect you.”
Tears shimmered in my eyes. “No. This servant will shave her head and become a nun, to pray for Your Highness’s blessings.”
With that, under his reluctant gaze, I walked into the nunnery.
Of course I couldn’t go with him. He was the male lead, and I was the vicious supporting villainess.
In the original plot, I was supposed to follow him and suffer every hardship at his side. But then he would fall in love with a time-traveling woman, reclaim the throne, and make her Empress.
As for me, I would have to fight that time-traveling woman in the palace, then die a miserable death in the end.
Ugh, please.
I did like the Crown Prince, but my motives weren’t exactly pure. More than anything, I wanted wealth and glory.
Since I already knew how it ended, there was no way I was going to suffer with him.
Luckily, I hadn’t awakened too late. I had already built up quite a fortune.
Five years later, after my first husband died and I was just preparing to marry my second, the Crown Prince appeared before me with a cold, shadowed face.
He gripped my hand with crushing force and said through gritted teeth, “Didn’t you say you were becoming a nun?”
