She pretended to be insane for ten years to avoid an arranged marriage. But when the enemy’s cavalry reached the city walls, she stood atop them in her wedding dress. As the Wolf Lord of Bei Di believed victory was within reach, the mad princess’s curse struck like an icy blade: “May my blood stain this body, and may your empire-building ambitions come to nothing.” Ten years of feigned madness concealed a sharp edge; one appearance in bridal red sent the realm into upheaval. Is this a desperate sacrifice, or a mad game of chess with the whole world at stake?
