Su Zixuan found Wang Yan very unpleasant to look at now.
No, ever since Wang Yan's artillery had blasted the Manchu Qing, the Heavenly Kingdom, and the foreigners into submission, she had found him unpleasant.
Because Wang Yan's first wife was Liao Xuan, some wild little girl of unknown origins with no family name to speak of—not Su Zixuan!
She had been the first to approach Wang Yan, had fallen for his charm, and incidentally invested herself in him. Yet while she had been busy, a little girl had appeared by Wang Yan's side, and while she had kept busy, the two of them had gotten married.
So now, when it was time to reap the fruits of victory, Liao Xuan had become Empress outright, while she, who had worked herself to the bone and struggled for years, could only be an Imperial Noble Consort. Compared to the Empress, one was in the heavens while the other was underground...
She had known long ago that Wang Yan was the sort of ruthless man who would claim a place for himself. Back then, the Heavenly Kingdom had possessed an unstoppable momentum capable of sweeping away everything, yet Wang Yan had remained lodged in Huo Shan like a nail—impossible to pull out, impossible to dig away.
The most agonizing thing in the world was knowing that something could have been yours!
In truth, Su Zixuan did not care all that much about being Empress or Imperial Noble Consort. After all, having spent so long with him, she knew Wang Yan was not someone who forgot old ties or treated her harshly.
What upset her was that after being so busy for so long, it seemed she had accomplished nothing—and had also lost the perfect chance to become the primary wife and bear