“What do you mean… that she never… existed?” Yun Che somehow found the strength to squeeze the words out of his throat.

The Ancestral Will explained, “On the day you were to marry Situ Xuan, someone poisoned the morning porridge she cooked for you. Although it was just a lowly mortal poison, it was absolutely fatal to someone with broken profound veins and a weak body like you.”

“You were dead before the wedding ceremony had even begun.”

“This was an ...