Ming He was widowed at twenty, and lost a power struggle that same year.
That night, lanterns and decorations filled the prince's residence. The victor stood surrounded by people. He lowered his head to look at her, his gaze icy.
Ming He closed her eyes and waited to die. Suddenly, a soft voice beside her urged her on. It wasn't loud, but its words rang like thunder.
The entire hall fell silent, waiting for the heir to kill her with his own hands so they could leave.
But the young man stayed silent, not a trace of menace about him. His eyes were fixed on Ming He, as if waiting.
Everyone's gaze turned as one toward the former princess consort. At that moment, whether she lived or died was entirely up to her.
Theme: Don't give in easily when facing difficulties
