In the spring of the eighteenth year of Yongchang, I married the prince whom I had admired for ten years.
When the wedding sedan arrived, I was greeted not by my beloved, but by three hundred royal guards.
"The Shen family collaborated with the enemy and killed everyone in the family——"
When my father's head rolled down the steps, I pulled off the red hijab with my own hands.
"Your Highness," I smiled at him, and the golden step shook deeply into my throat, "I will never see you again in this life."
But he pulled me back again, using the country as a prison and love and hate as a lock
Not bad, catchy,