My sister was a goldsmith who entered the palace to deliver jewelry, only to be knocked unconscious by Consort Yi.
Consort Yi had quarreled with the emperor, so she stole my sister’s clothes and exit token and slipped out of the palace for fun.
Furious and frantic, the emperor cut my innocent sister down with a single stroke, then rode out to find the woman he loved.
In the end, my sister’s body was thrown into a mass grave.
The emperor and Consort Yi returned sweetly together on the same horse, and their reunion became a celebrated romance.
Half a year later, I became one of the emperor’s beauties.
After all, I am not human—I am a marten.
If a fox spirit can bewitch a ruler, so can a marten.