The Betrayed Imperial Consort Returns

Prologue

I died in the first snowfall of Yong'an's fifteenth year.

I had been married to him for fifteen years as the legitimate son of the Wen Clan, from the Eastern Palace to the Tai Chi Hall.

With these hands, I had simmered his early morning soups and embroidered the talismans for his departures on expeditions.

I had also taken the confidential memorials handed to me by the court officials and circled those hidden names of sinister intent beneath the lamplight in the dead of night.

The glory and connections of the entire family had all become the knife I handed to him.

In the end, that knife turned in the opposite direction and pierced the chest of the person I held dearest.