My Beloved Consort

I was the Crown Prince’s favored consort. He treated me exceptionally well, but what he didn’t know was that I was a spy from an enemy nation.

For three consecutive years, I secretly sent out intelligence.

Later, when the Crown Prince ascended the throne and wanted to make me Empress, I couldn’t hold back any longer and went to meet with my contact.

“There was no task about becoming Empress in the mission! When can I leave?”

My contact was dumbfounded: “Huh? The two nations made peace three years ago. You didn’t know?”

I was dumbfounded too. Then, who had I been sending all that intelligence to over the years?

Late at night, the Emperor held me tenderly and said, “My love, let me read you a bedtime story.”

The more I listened to the story, the more alert I became.

Damn it, wasn’t this the intelligence report I had written?

The Emperor paused for a moment and said, “Oh, wrong one.”

He slowly switched to another book: “Once upon a time, there was a mountain, and on the mountain, there was a temple…”