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The day the imperial decree made me his consort, all of Antarorand awaited the spectacle. Everyone knew that the new Emperor was a cold-blooded tyrant. After five years on the throne, his harem was empty because he could never forget the childhood sweetheart who had betrayed him. It was said that the woman had turned her back on him for wealth and luxury, and when the Emperor fell from grace, she turned to his greatest enemy. In the end, she died under mysterious circumstances. And me? I was just a humble, lowborn girl, only resembling that "vain" woman. My father wept bitterly, while my mother worked through the night, stitching my burial clothes. That night, as I entered the palace, he drew his sword and pointed it at my throat, eyes full of disgust. "With this face, how dare you still be alive?" I met the sharp edge of the blade with a smile, but the tears I couldn't control fell. He would never know that the "vain" woman, all those years ago, had climbed into his enemy's bed only to save him with the antidote, and in the end, she had to fake her death to protect his honor. It had been so long, my foolish prince.