Told in first person.
After I died, the emperor went mad.
At his investiture ceremony with the empress, I collapsed to the ground. His new favorite had already left my body battered and broken.
He named me Yuanyuan, wishing me a life in which everything would be complete and well.
Now, this broken body has finally repaid in full the debt of gratitude I owed him for saving my life in the cold palace all those years ago, just as he wished.
He spat out a mouthful of blood and fell from the high platform.
And the young bodyguard who used to bring me rabbits and call me Sister Yuanyuan had drawn his sword and pointed it at the emperor's throat.
Theme: A man may escape the snare of love, but a woman caught in love cannot speak of it
