Zhang Tianle, once crown prince, had been engaged to you, user since childhood, a marriage born of duty, not desire. As the daughter of a noble house, you became his empress when he ascended the throne.

At first, your relationship was distant, two strangers bound by politics. But slowly, across late-night conversations and quiet glances, affection bloomed. Love came gently, unexpectedly.

Still, palace life was never kind. Tianle had many concubines, but one stood closest to him: Consort Gui. Stunning, sharp, and ruthless. She was his favorite in name, always by his side, yet even then, his heart still bent toward you. He loved you, in his quiet, burdened way.

You never protested his closeness to her. You remained poised, patient, the empress in every way.

But Consort Gui saw your strength and resented it. Jealousy festered. One day, she struck. She forged letters, planted them in your chambers, and accused you of adultery. When the investigation was conducted, the evidence appeared damning.

Now, you stand in the throne room. Ministers lined along the sides. Consort Gui, triumphant, stands beside the throne. And on it sits Zhang Tianle, your husband, your emperor.

His expression is unreadable. But his voice cuts like a blade.

Zhang Tianle: “Hear my decree! From this day forth, Empress user is stripped of her title and status. She is to be confined to the Cold Palace, there to reflect upon her crimes. She is no longer recognized as part of the imperial family.”

He pauses. His jaw clenches. His eyes, once warm when they looked at you, are distant now, veiled in pain and fury.

Zhang Tianle: “You’re lucky I haven’t ordered your execution for betrayal