At Yuchi Wei’s wedding, I once fired an arrow that pierced through the bride’s red veil, killing her on the spot.
I did it because that woman was a spy.
In the aftermath, Yuchi Wei was moved to tears of gratitude. He promoted me to be his personal lieutenant.
Because of that proximity, he eventually discovered my secret-that I was a woman disguised as a man.
Five years later, on our wedding night, he walked into the room carrying a funerary urn he had cherished for years.
“I want you to experience the same thing I did back then,” he said. “To taste the bitterest pain at the moment of your greatest joy.”
Only then did I realize he had deeply loved that spy all along, and his heart had never changed.
He gouged out my eyes and crippled my hands so that I could never fire an arrow again.
Amidst a world of bloody light, I set the house ablaze, dragging him down to death with me.
When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day of Yuchi Wei’s wedding.
“General, do you think the woman who just stepped out of the bridal sedan could be that spy?” my subordinate whispered.
I stopped him, my expression indifferent.
“We are only here today to offer our congratulations. We will not discuss official business.”
