On the day of his wedding, Zhao Huan, the third young master of the Prince of Cheng’s household, was forced by his bride to swallow a mouthful of poisoned wine.
His jaw was dislocated, his face swollen like a pig’s, and his wedding robes were soaked through.
When the maid pushed the door open, Su Jinhe’s eyes were rimmed with red. “My husband drank too much…”
As soon as the door closed, she planted a foot on his chest and spoke softly. “Go on, scream. You’re usually so good at it.”
Everyone in the Prince of Cheng’s household knew Su Jinhe was crazy.
Behind closed doors, she beat her husband, sent her mother-in-law into the bed of a strange man, and put her father-in-law in bed with a powerful minister.
But outside, she would link arms with Zhao Huan, her voice so sweet it could drip honey. “My husband treats me so well.”
Later, three scandals rocked the Prince of Cheng’s household in quick succession: the princess consort’s affair, the prince climbing into someone else’s bed, and incest between the heir and his sister.
Su Jinhe clapped her hands and slapped a divorce agreement onto the table. “I’m done playing.”
Then she turned and galloped toward the border.
“Father, let’s start a rebellion. Our family should take a turn sitting on the throne.”
Later, someone asked the Grand Princess Who Guards the Nation what she had spent her whole life pursuing.
She thought for a moment, then set her wine cup down on the table.
“A good time.”
