My father forcibly drank Hehuansan and threw me on the emperor's dragon bed.
At night, the drunken Majesty returned to the room, mistook me for the dead sister, and raped me.
After I woke up, the man stared at me half-dressed with evil eyes, and he accused me of being shameless.
For the next five years, I suffered from your kindness every night until my whole body ached. I would get up before dawn to cook the prince's favorite pastries.
I was cautious, for fear that I would make a mistake and make my father and son unhappy.
But five years later, Xianbei and Zhou Dynasty negotiated peace, and the Khan on the grassland named me in public and wanted to marry me by force.
I knelt on the ground helplessly, looking at the emperor and pleading.
But my nominal husband doesn't look at me, and the children I've raised since childhood just clapped their hands and applauded.
Looking at the scene in front of me, I suddenly felt that my efforts were so boring.
So, the day after I brought my mother's ashes back.
I got on the bus overnight to go to the grassland to get married.
The father and son, who hated me to the core, chased me all the way and begged:
"Your Majesty, please go home with me."
