In the third year after my death, Xiao Yu returned to court victorious.
He had once sworn to Heaven that he would earn unparalleled honors and ask for an imperial decree arranging a marriage, so he could give the woman he loved the highest honor.
In the Golden Throne Hall, he used his military achievements to ask for the hand of the Left Chancellor's only daughter.
The emperor smiled and agreed.
Then he asked to bring the daughter of the Mighty General into his household as a concubine.
As he spoke of me, I saw the hatred he could not hide in the corners of his eyes and the lift of his brows.
I smiled bitterly and shook my head.
Unfortunately, he had come too late. My bones had already rotted away.
