I married the prince, and everyone said I was not worthy.
After all, I am the daughter of a military commander and am vulgar, while the prince is as gentle as jade and is the number one son in the capital.
On the wedding night, he took off his hijab and said: "I don't need a wife, I just need an obedient knife."
I lowered my eyes respectfully: "I am willing to be a sharp knife in the hands of His Highness."
Three years later, the prince ascended the throne as emperor and wanted to make Bai Yueguang his queen.
I smiled and handed over the poisoned wine: "Your Majesty, it's time to drink the medicine."
He stared at me in disbelief, and I leaned over and whispered:
"I forgot to tell Your Majesty - if the knife is used for a long time, it will bite the owner."
