The imperial c0ncubine woke up in the emperor’s arms early the next morning. He was still asleep, but the gesture of holding her was so careful and gentle, as if she was not so lonely, but loved and cared by others.
But she knew it was an illusion, and he didn’t even forget to lie to her in his sleep.
Lightly getting up and leaving the emperor’s embrace without waking him, the imperial c0ncubine put on a dress and walked to the window. At this time, it was still dark, but she could not sleep anymore. She now has a living body of her own, but she doesn’t feel so happy about it either.
She couldn’t help but look back at the man who was still sleeping. He was a good-looking man. She once could not forget this face at the bottom of the Wangchuan River. She wanted him, wanted him to carry out the vows he had made, and wanted to take his soul as her own.
So she killed him herself.
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