On the day my father was imprisoned, my fiancé sent me a letter of termination of engagement.
He said: "The daughter of a guilty minister is not worthy to be the head wife of the prince's house."
I tore up the annulment letter in front of him: "There is no need to annul the engagement, I will divorce you."
He turned around and knelt in front of the palace gate, kowtowed 999 times to ask for mercy from the Holy One.
When the bluestone road was stained with blood, the new emperor lifted my chin with the corner of his robe:
"I can spare your father's life."
"But the condition is - you will be my sword and remove the obstacles ahead for me, including the Cui family from which you are born."
