Five years in the enemy kingdom's palace taught her three things:
How to speak while kneeling, how to smile through pain, and how to stay alive while waiting for him.
When Xiao Yuheng arrived, the entire imperial capital trembled beneath his horse's hooves.
He lifted her into his arms and said, “Elder Sister, let's go home.”
But when Xiao Siyuan returned to her homeland, she discovered that the cage was gone, but the beast was still there.
She trampled one by one the people who had once tried to kill her.
The ministers who had impeached her in court for “lacking virtue,” she made sure would never speak again.
Everyone hated and feared her.
Only Xiao Yuheng had never changed toward her:
When she did evil, he cleaned up after her.
At last, when Xiao Yuheng could hardly hold on any longer, he finally asked, “Elder Sister, what will it take for you to stop?”
Walking over a floor strewn with ruined incense, she smiled faintly. “Stop? I can't turn back anymore.”
The Grand Princess took pleasure in evil.
That's what the whole world said.
Only Xiao Yuheng knew that the elder sister who shielded him from the cold and soothed him to sleep during thunderstorms had died long ago, buried beneath the snow on the day she was sent away to marry for political reasons.
