The Grand Princess of Great Qi, Taihua, has an empress for a mother and a crown prince for a brother. She is treasured like a precious jewel, and married the man of her own choosing.
The whole capital says she is impossibly lucky. So lucky that on the night of the fourteenth day of the seventh month, her husband cuts off her head with his own hands. That same night, irrefutable evidence proves the crown prince’s rebellion, and everyone in the Eastern Palace is wiped out.
When she opens her eyes again, she is lying by the lotus pond in the rear courtyard of the Minister of Revenue’s residence, her face smeared with mud. Someone laughs from the bank. “She ought to be dead this time, right?”
It’s her fiancé’s voice, with exactly the same tone as the man she married.
She slowly climbs to her feet, still wearing the silly smile of a fool.
Wonderful.
Now she has two enemies to deal with.
But why has that dissolute young marquis suddenly taken an interest in her, the fool of a girl?
