Lady Wangyue gritted her teeth in anguish, "You... you... will not... die a good death..."
She had planned for so long, and was just about to succeed—with her son already seated upon the King's throne. But unexpectedly... due to a moment of carelessness, she met her end at Ming Mei's hands. She was so unwilling to accept it.
In her youth, she possessed a beauty that could bewitch any man, and an intelligence that was unattainable for most people.
She had more talent and ambition than many men; she refused to be merely a plaything for men. She wanted to gain power—the ultimate power.
Jumping from one man to another, she finally got what she wanted.
But all of this, without even starting to enjoy it... vanished like a bubble. She truly felt unwilling and resentful.
And her younger son—without her, who would protect him?
