The day I was selected to enter the inner court as the emperor's concubine, the teacher who had taught me scripture and reading abandoned his brush and joined the army.
The day I gave birth to the imperial heir, the border won a great victory, and my teacher died on the battlefield.
I was so happy. I smiled and smiled until tears came to my eyes.
The emperor, my mother's family, and the palace attendants all looked at me and finally breathed a long sigh of relief.
Of course. Now that I had a child, the heir to the empire, my heart would be settled and I wouldn't run away again.
I closed my eyes, my expression peaceful.
I was still happy inside. My teacher wasn't dead. He had only gone home.
And I wanted so badly to visit his hometown and see it for myself.
Note:
1. The blurb is in first person; the story is in third person.
2. I've always wanted to write a forced-love story, but I don't think I can pull it off, so here's an anti-forced-love story instead. A short novel, around 150,000 characters.
3. Happy ending, in the heroine's own sense of the phrase.
Theme: Give me liberty or give me death
