The eldest sister knelt in the snow and begged her: "Sister, I can't marry the regent, I will die."
She gnawed on the apple and replied vaguely: "I know, I know, he is a wife-killer."
"I have a sweetheart. If I marry him, I would rather twist my hair and become my sister-in-law!"
She stretched and said, "Okay, I'll go then."
Anyway, the imperial edict only said that a legitimate daughter was wanted, and did not name her.
She married with the whole family's guilt and glamour, and just wanted to live and die.
They spent the whole day eating, drinking and having fun in the back house, completely ignoring the regent's probing gaze.
Until one day, she found that she was still alive and well, and seemed to be more comfortable than before she got married.
Hey, this prince seems to be pretty good too?
