In the cold winter of the seventeenth year of Jiang State, I put on a blood-red wedding dress and carried the hope of the people of Northern Qi. I stepped on the carriage of Jiang State to welcome the bride, severing all ties between Xiwei and Northern Qi. There was no longer a woman named Xiwei in Northern Qi, only Princess Changle who was willing to marry far away for the sake of her people.
"Xi Wei, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. Can you wait until I, Li Renjun, marry you in a golden palanquin sedan?" Under the peach blossom tree in spring, you tenderly promised me a lifelong love. . . . .
"Xi Wei, for the sake of the people of Qi State, you must make peace." Your unquestionable order from Jinluan Palace easily shattered all my illusions.
"You forced me to get married. I don't hate you. What I hate is that you poisoned my brother in order to force me to get married. He is still unconscious and can only sleep alone in a cold ice cave, suffering from the biting ice every night. Not only that, you also made me a princess so that I will never be able to return to Beiqi, see my relatives, and recognize my clan. Chu Yan, tell me, why don't you tell me to hate you or blame you." . . . . . .