I was meant to marry the Emperor of Great Liang, but a decree for a political marriage sent me to Northern Yan instead.
On our wedding night, I mixed blood from the tip of my tongue into the wedding wine, intending to poison the tyrannical prince.
Yet, he drained the poisoned cup for me and said with a smile, “Don’t be in such a hurry. The heads of every official in this court-I will cut them off for you, one by one.”