My Wife Is the Emperor

“Something terrible has happened! Something terrible! Your Grace has thrown herself into the well! Somebody, come quickly!”

“Help! Help!”

“Your Grace! Your Grace! Please don’t frighten your humble servants! Your Grace!”

The commotion from all around made Fang Xu frown with annoyance. Did they not know today was a day of rest? And what time was it anyway? How could they make such a racket at this hour? Was anyone supposed to get any decent sleep?

But just as Fang Xu was about to yell at these people to see if they were quite finished, he was horrified to discover that his body felt utterly weak and powerless. Worse yet, there was a clammy, wet sensation clinging to his skin, which left him confused.

He forced his eyes open as best he could, only to see several young ladies he didn’t recognize, all weeping with tears streaming down their faces. This only deepened Fang Xu’s bewilderment.

Then he noticed their clothing—it looked exactly like traditional Chinese finery. After all, Fang Xu had at least a passing knowledge of classical attire.

Was he dreaming? Yet a sudden stabbing pain in his lungs jolted his nerves, making him realize this was no dream.

“Where… where is this place?” Fang Xu managed to prop himself up weakly, looking at the women around him.

“Your Grace! You finally woke up! You frightened us so much!” The young women before him, upon hearing his question, looked at Fang Xu with tear-stained faces as though terrified he might not awaken.

“Your Grace?!” Though Fang Xu’s head throbbed as if he were hung