Her name was Su Moqing. To that ill-tempered, eccentric, hotheaded, and thoroughly annoying fellow, she said, “I may not be special, but there’s no one else like me in the world.”
For the sake of friendship between their two countries, Anbang was supposed to marry her off to some rude Mongolian barbarian she’d never even met? And his name was ridiculous too: Ye... Lü... Meng... Ge? (An ancient Mongolian coin.) Ha ha! So was he livestock or currency?
No one could predict the future, but she could only think: if only life could stay as it was at our first meeting…
