Fine, I'll marry him.
I married Shen Yu, the capital's number-one playboy and son of Prince Shen.
On the first day of our marriage, I stormed into a brothel and dragged Shen Yu out by the ear.
A month into our marriage, I chased Shen Yu all around the courtyard with a spear while he begged for mercy.
Three years into our marriage, Shen Yu died on the battlefield.
The soldier who brought the news knelt before me, holding Shen Yu's broken sword, and said that Shen Yu had asked him to tell me:
He was back...
Theme: Take the future into your own hands
