It snowed that year, and he led his cavalry to trample through the mountains and rivers of my homeland, and bloodbathed the palace and city.
But he left me alone and named me the princess.
Everyone knows that he hates me to the core because I am the most favored ninth princess in the enemy country.
He imprisoned me by his side, humiliating me day and night, watching me grind ink and pour tea for him, adding fragrance to my red sleeves.
I endured all the blood and tears, meekly accepted the joy, and watched him sink into my eyes step by step.
Until he gave up the Sixth Palace for me and made me his queen against all opinions.
That night when the phoenix crown was added to the body, I chuckled in his ear:
"My lord, do you know why you have been fighting for many years, but you still have no heirs?"
His hand caressing my belly suddenly stiffened.
I drank the Hexin wine that he poured with his own hands and exhaled like a orchid:
"Because from the moment you spared my life, I poisoned your tea every day."
"You destroy my country and I will cut off your bloodline. It's fair."
