Yuan’s Homecoming

The emperor was dead. His final edict ordered me to follow him into the grave.

The Empress Dowager swept a cold glance over Consort Zhen and Consort De, then turned to me.

“Choose one. She can die in your place.”

I had just raised a finger when a line of reader comments drifted across my vision.

[She might be the empress, but this heroine is unbelievably selfish. What gives her the right to make someone else die for her?]

[Relax. Consort Zhen has our crown prince protecting her. Once she reaches the imperial tomb, he’ll go rescue her himself!]

My finger shifted toward Consort De. More comments floated past.

[Picking Consort De is even worse. She’s the woman General Yuan has always loved!]

[Sure, General Yuan is the heroine’s biological brother, but Consort De is the one he actually grew up with.]

[Because of this, he’ll even storm the palace and drag the heroine to the imperial tomb himself.]

I frowned, considering. Then another comment appeared.

[The male lead only faked his death. He wants to test whether the heroine really loves him.]

[If she’s willing to die for him, he’ll appear right away and love her more than ever.]

I lowered my hand.

“I am willing to follow His Majesty in death,” I told the Empress Dowager.

That night, Fengyi Palace burned.

By the time I was carried out, the fire had left me unrecognizable.

Three men in the capital were said to have lost their minds.

And I was already on a boat heading south.

To find the man I truly loved.