That late afternoon, in the Tughril palace, Xiao Zhi sat alone by the window, staring absently at the courtyard below. Her thoughts were far away, circling a single, terrifying fact: the man she had been grieving for was alive, shameless, and currently the most powerful man in the northern steppe.
I am officially dating a king, she thought, resting her chin against her palm.
If someone had told her back in her old life that she would end up in a relationship with a king from a barbaric kingdom, she would have called it the most ridiculous romance plot ever written. But here she was. She had arrived as a war bride, a political hostage meant to be executed, yet the script had been torn into pieces.
And not only that, the so-called barbarian king had knelt for her. He had dissolved a marriage that gave him political leverage just to make her "untouchable" by anyone else.
"Did I accidentally rewrite the male lead?" she whispered.
