After Faking My Death, I Made the Cold Princess Regret Everything

A year after Song Wan and I began living apart, the palace held a banquet to admire the flowers and invited us both. The empress suggested drawing lots for entertainment. Song Wan drew the lot that called for her to write a poem for the one she loved. Under the gaze of the assembled guests, she dipped her brush in ink, then wrote a tender love poem for the young marquis. I, meanwhile, drew the lot to present a flower to a relative. The palace attendants brought in my half-brother, disheveled and with mud on his robes. Amid the laughter, Song Wan mocked me in front of everyone. “Zhou Yunjie, you even have to make up a relative?” I clenched the jade pendant hidden in my sleeve, turned, and ran toward the lotus pond, leaping in. After all, the System had said… If I died here, I could go home. Why should I stay and suffer this humiliation?