That day, the first female chancellor of the court, Su Muzhe, stood at the entrance to the chancellor's residence in her wedding dress, looking utterly aggrieved at the three jubilant wedding processions. The corners of her mouth twitched harder and harder.
"Chancellor Su, I vow that we shall grow old together, and have grandchildren running all around us," said the Third Prince solemnly.
"Su Su, I vow never to secretly take another wife or concubine again, nor to flirt with other women," the Fifth Prince swore earnestly.
"Little Su, I vow to pluck the moon for you with my hands and walk through a pot of boiling oil for you," said the Seventh Prince, smiling brightly as he fanned himself.
Su Muzhe rubbed her temples in distress, then looked back at the figure in imperial yellow behind her. "Your Majesty, I know I've been wrong. Could you revoke the decree ordering me to marry three people?"
After much deliberation, the Emperor finally said, "If you are willing to marry me and become Empress, I will speak to the Dowager Empress. She may consider rescinding her decree."
"Life doesn't get more cruel than this..." Su Muzhe sighed.
The story has been published in the August 2012 issue of Fei Fen Se, a magazine under Meili Culture, under the title Su Zinuan: Winning the Emperor's Favor with Her Beauty.
See the cover below:
Premise:
Why do I feel so distressed when I die for the Seventh Prince?