In the tenth year after I married Pei Yan, he made my legitimate elder sister his empress.
Then he ordered me to feed a gu with my own body to cure her poison.
“Yuanyuan, it is only a Forget-Sorrow Gu. Wouldn’t it be nice to forget all your worries?”
It did sound nice.
So, right in front of him, I swallowed that Forget-Sorrow Gu. Just as he wished, I began to “forget sorrow.”
I forgot how he had demoted me from wife to concubine.
I forgot the bowl of abortifacient medicine he had bestowed upon me.
I forgot that I had once loved him more than life itself.
Later, bewildered, I asked my maid,
“His Majesty is so strange.
“I smiled at him, didn’t I? So why was he still crying?”