A fortune-teller said I was bad luck for husbands, so I became the only unmarried woman of advanced age in the capital. At the Mid-Autumn banquet, the emperor arranged a marriage for me, granting me to the Prince Regent. The good news: I was finally getting married. The bad news: the Prince Regent was bad luck for wives. On our wedding night, I trembled as I suggested, “My lord, I'm bad luck for husbands, and you're bad luck for wives. How about we stop trying to kill each other?” He curled his lip and murmured in my ear, “No. I very much want to know who will be the death of whom.”
