The Prince Consort and I were famously husband and wife in name only.
He lived his life as the Lord Heir, and I lived mine as the Grand Princess.
We resided in separate estates and kept out of each other’s way. Until that reckless little cousin of his entered the capital.
She was a spoiled girl, indulged far beyond measure, relying on the Prince Consort’s protection and affection.
She “accidentally” barged into my study and set a fire that burned an entire room of my cherished memories to ash.
Afterward, she hid behind the Prince Consort, pouting as she complained, “I just couldn’t stand it. She’s already married to you, so why does she still keep a whole room full of portraits of other men?”
Pei Pingjin made excuses for her.
“My cousin was only being overly protective of me. Your Highness, please don’t be angry.”
I nodded. I was the First Princess, standing above tens of thousands. Why should I lower myself to get angry with a little girl?
So as I turned away, I abruptly drew my sword. With a sharp hiss, the blade pierced through the Prince Consort’s palm as he tried to stop it, then cut the little girl’s throat in a single stroke.
