Helen Xue collapsed into the chair, her head buzzing. She had married Nangong Shi as his official wife, and if Nangong Shi were to ascend the throne, he would have to crown her Empress. Otherwise, he would face the disgrace of demoting his wife to concubine and would be unable to face her imperial father and mother.
But why had he agreed to make someone else the Empress? Surely one couldn't have two empresses. That was impossible!?
Suddenly, she thought of another terrifying possibility: maybe it wasn't impossible for a man to make someone else empress—if she... were dead!
At this thought, Helen Xue felt as if a bucket of ice had been dumped over her head, chilling her to the core. Nangong Shi actually wanted her dead, he actually contemplated killing her?
