I married the nine thousand year old man who destroyed my whole family.
He thought I was the daughter of a criminal who had been raped, and I thought he was the leader of the eunuchs seeking power and usurping the throne.
On the wedding night, he held my chin and sneered: "I just need a decoration to keep you alive."
I lowered my eyes and said meekly, "Thank you, Lord Governor, for not killing me."
Later, he gained power and sewed the queen's wedding dress for me with his own hands.
But on the eve of his ascension to the throne, he discovered that there was something inside the dragon robe that I had customized for him.
Stuffed with evidence of treason.
He held the incriminating evidence and asked me: "Is this what you want?"
I smiled and stabbed the dagger into his heart: "No, I want you to cut out his heart to pay for it."
