Since then, Liu Rong's had realized her dream and rose to the status of a noble lady. However, the emperor had pronounced before all his concubines that Nalan Yan was his only. The rest of the concubines were nothing more than an empty shell—a political marriage to please the imperial officials.
Liu Rong closed her eyes slowly, a giddily affectionate heaven-made couple flashed through her mind. There were many times that she wanted to rush out to shake the heartbroken scene off of her mind.
"Nalan Yan!" Liu Rong clutched her chest as she gritted her teeth.
'Since you have died, why are you still taking His Majesty's heart away? Why are you still the empress of Liu Yun Kingdom?'
"Noble Consort Rong!"
At this time, a lady in servant's attire walked into the manor. When she saw that the manor was a mess, her face darkened a few shades.
