After the Qin Family was confiscated, Qin Shuyu’s place as Crown Princess fell to me.
The Crown Prince could not bear to see his childhood sweetheart reduced to an official courtesan. After much maneuvering on his part, Qin Shuyu transformed overnight into a maid in the Crown Prince’s study, serving him with sleeves of red and the scent of ink.
As his lawful wife, I naturally had the magnanimity to tolerate others. I had no intention of making things difficult for her.
But on the night of our wedding, just as the Crown Prince was about to consummate the marriage with me, a bleak, mournful flute melody suddenly sounded outside the hall.
When the song ended, Qin Shuyu’s shattered voice drifted in after it:
“The past is a heartbroken poem; I pine for you, my lord, yet you never know.”
