I was the legitimate daughter of an old noble house, carefully raised to become the crown prince’s wife.
Then a woman arrived on a mission to win his love, and he demanded that our betrothal be broken.
Everyone expected me to fight for him.
Instead, I removed my hairpins, left my face bare, and calmly asked His Majesty to grant the couple their wish.
That night, I left the capital.
Three years later, their passionate devotion had turned to resentment.
When the weary crown prince met me on my return and called me Zhang’er, I knew my opportunity had come.