In the spring of Yongchang Year 18, I donned a phoenix crown and red wedding robes and married the crown prince, whom I had loved for ten years.
When the wedding sedan arrived at my door, it was not my beloved waiting for me, but three hundred imperial guards.
“Shen is guilty of treason. The entire family is to be executed!”
As my father’s head rolled down the steps, I tore off my red bridal veil with my own hands.
“Your Highness,” I said with a smile, driving my gold hairpin deep into my throat. “May we never meet again in this life.”
But he dragged me back, making the realm my prison and love and hate my chains.
Not bad, catchy,