I had a dream.
In it, my husband wasn't a woodcutter, but a crown prince in distress.
He reclaimed his position as crown prince and married another woman as his crown princess.
I was the villainess, clinging to him and plotting against the crown princess he loved.
He loathed me utterly:
"You wretched village woman, you sullied my honor, and now you dare plot against the crown princess? Take her away and execute her by lingchi before the crowd!"
I died horribly in the street, leaving no remains.
When I woke, tears streamed down my face.
I loved him, but I was also terrified of him.
So on the day the crown prince was escorted back to the palace, I ran away.
Later, he came toward me step by step, a bloodied sword in hand, treading over the crown princess's corpse. His smile was as gentle as ever:
"Qingqing, why did you run away from me?"
Not bloody, it's okay