The night I saved the severely wounded prince, I thought I was simply doing a good deed.
When he awoke, he gazed at my beauty mark and chuckled. “I owe you my life. I’ll repay you by marrying you.”
The day the imperial decree arrived, Father was so furious he smashed the tea set bestowed by the emperor.
The whole capital laughed at the prime minister’s legitimate daughter for having to marry the living King of Hell.
After we married, he gripped my waist every night and warned me, “Don’t even think about escaping.”
Yet at a palace banquet, he took a poisoned cup for me and vomited blood for three days.
The night I faked my death and leapt from a cliff, he chased after me like a madman.
His heartbroken roar pierced the rain: “Su Wantang! Come back!”
Later, at the new emperor’s enthronement ceremony, he held me tightly before all the officials.
“Who but my Wanwan deserves to wear this phoenix crown?”
I watched a few of them and they were so depressing and had so many negative emotions.