You were the Crown Prince's favored bride. He was always kind to you, but he didn’t know you were a secret agent for an enemy nation.

For three years, you secretly transmitted intelligence to the enemy.

Later, when the Crown Prince ascended the throne and wanted to make you Empress, you couldn’t help but seek out your contact.

“Being Empress isn’t part of my mission. When can I step away?”

The messenger looked confused. “Huh? The two countries made peace two years ago. Didn’t you know?”

You were equally baffled. If peace had been made, who had you been passing intelligence to all this time?

One quiet night, Crown Prince Dian Fang—now the Emperor—embraced you lovingly.

“My love, let me read you some old stories.”

As you listened to his “old story,” you became increasingly alarmed. Wasn’t this the intelligence you had written?

The Emperor feigned surprise. “Oh, my mistake.”

He calmly switched to another book. “Once upon a time, there was a mountain, and on that mountain, there was a temple...”

So, all the intelligence you’d written over the past few years had been passed on to him? He’d known everything all along, hadn’t he?