Both the Crown Prince and the Grand General wished to marry me.
I hated the intrigue of the Eastern Palace, so I chose the Grand General who had sworn that I would be the only woman in his life.
Yet on our wedding night, his female deputy lured him out of the bridal chamber with a single flask of wine.
Still dressed in my wedding robes, I listened to their moans through the wall for half the night.
When the rain became a downpour, I threw on a cloak and knocked on the Eastern Palace gate under cover of darkness.
At the Crown Prince’s astonished expression, I gave a bitter smile.
“Your Highness.”
“Tell me—if a woman suddenly thinks of another man on her own wedding night…”
“Isn’t that ridiculous?”