The day I dressed as Empress Dajing, I met someone who could not possibly be here.
My ex-husband, Jamel Xiao, whom I divorced half a year ago.
He is the emperor now and I am his queen. All the civil and military officials in the court are watching, and we have to pretend to be in love.
But as this fake love continued to act, it changed.
He quarreled with the ministers over me in the court, and then returned to the palace to quarrel with me over a plate of hot sauce.
When he was dizzy from the fever, he grabbed my hand and called my name. When he woke up, he insisted, "I'm just afraid that you will be infected."
He put away the Queen Mother's thumb and said, "Wait a little longer."
I know what he's waiting for. I also know what we are all afraid of.
I'm afraid that the superficial love in ancient times will fall apart when we return to modern times.
Later, on a full moon night, he said: "When I go back, I will chase you again."
I just realized that this man who had been tough-talking for half his life finally learned not to be tough-talking.
