Summary
I am the Enchantress Consort.
On the day the kingdom fell, the enemy general dragged me to the executioner’s block.
But just as the sentence was about to be carried out, my veil slipped. The executioner froze on the spot, staring at me in a daze.
When the blade finally fell, I was unscathed. Instead, he somehow managed to chop his own foot.
The Young General stepped forward, intending to finish the job himself, but the moment our eyes met, his face flushed a deep crimson.
“She… she was forced to marry that Dog Emperor. What wrong could a young girl like her have possibly committed? If you ask me, just punish her by forbidding her from drinking honey water for two days and be done with it.”
Left with no other options, the crowd sent me to the Imperial Tutor-a man famed for his iron-faced impartiality and absolute lack of interest in women.
“Kill her.”
The Imperial Tutor’s cold voice drifted from behind a curtain.
Seeing the men exchange hesitant looks, refusing to move, he set down his scroll and drew a sword.
He swept the curtain aside.
The moment our eyes met, the breath of the legendary, cold-hearted Imperial Tutor hitched.