O marido traiu após atravessar o rio, então ela renasceu e correu para os braços do inimigo dele
Na vida passada, Lou Hongling amou erroneamente o canalha Deng Chumo. Como uma humilde criada do palácio, ela o ajudou secretamente, traçando estratégias para que ele tomasse o trono de Xu Qing. Depois, usou um cálice de veneno para matar Xu Qing, que a amava de verdade. Após alcançar seu objetivo, Deng Chumo acabou coroando a rica e nobre Li Shangyan, que era de família compatível, como imperatriz, e mandou matar Lou Hongling cruelmente. Nesta nova vida, Lou Hongling volta-se para o maior rival de Deng Chumo, Xu Qing, avançando cuidadosamente, pisando sobre o casal traiçoeiro e garantindo que eles nunca mais se levantem! Contudo, ela vê Xu Qing apenas como uma espada em sua mão, desejando apenas a vingança, mas por que sente que está sendo enganada? "A-Ling quer ser general? Pode ser, mas o preço é que a imperatriz será você."
O marido traiu após atravessar o rio, então ela renasceu e correu para os braços do inimigo dele
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The night was as black as ink. Lou Hongling lay sprawled on the cold, damp floor of the Changle Palace, her vision filled with the distant, indifferent silhouette of Empress Dowager Deng, high and unapproachable, merciless and unfeeling. Encircling her were eunuchs with vicious faces, their gleaming blades flashing with the chill of death.
“You wretched maid, the daughter of a traitor, dreaming of becoming a consort? What a delusional fool!”
The Empress Dowager’s voice seemed to echo from the depths of hell, frigid and biting, saturated with boundless contempt.
Blood trickled from the corner of Lou Hongling’s mouth; her body had been battered to the brink of ruin, bones snapped and shattered. With the last of her strength, she raised her head and looked toward the man standing at the Empress Dowager’s side—the very man who once promised she would be his only wife, who had once shared days and nights of tender affection with her. Now, he was the new emperor, Deng Chumo, and her eyes brimmed with disbelief and despair.
“Husband… why?”
Her voice was barely more than a dying ember, laced with profound longing and anguish.
The vows once sworn, the sweet moments beneath flowers and moonlight, all crumbled to dust in this instant, leaving nothing but endless betrayal and heartbreak.
Deng Chumo's gaze was cold as ice, as if he looked upon a stranger of no consequence. His lips curled into a mocking sneer.
“Lou Hongling, you were nothing but a pawn on my path to power. Did you truly believe I could have genuine
