She was Song Qingwan, a famous prostitute from Chang'an who was a prostitute but not a prostitute. Her clear and gentle song captured the eyes of His Highness Xiao Jamyan.
He was as gentle as jade and called her Wanwan, and paid a lot of money to buy her Accord for three months, just to listen to her playing the piano.
That night, heavy snow covered the city, and he gently stroked the falling snow in Song Qingwan's hair: "When the dust settles, I will allow you to be free."
When the three-month period expired, he left the capital on the order of the queen.
The wing room with swaying red candles was broken into by the minions of the East Palace, and they tore her skirt into pieces with a grin.
"A prostitute that a prince has played with, how ecstatic it feels to be?"
When she woke up, she was already in a mass grave, and she only heard the palace people whispering in the distance:
"His Second Highness returned to the city and heard the news. He has already drawn his sword and entered the East Palace..."
Blood drops dripped down the tip of the sword. He held her cold body and smiled:
"If you don't want to be buried in the imperial mausoleum, I'll be buried in the Phoenix Tower, the highest place in Chang'an City."
"I want the entire Kyoto to remember that you are my legitimate wife."
Purpose: To sacrifice freedom and dignity with life amid secular prejudice