[Historical romance + tragic love + Miaojiang + faithless man] When he asked for my hand, he knelt for three days at the ancestral shrine in Miaojiang. He said, “Miaomiao is right. Otherwise, how could I have three thousand beauties to choose from, yet drink from only one cup?” I believed him, until Xiao Yue, a woman from Shu, was named Noble Consort. “Yue’er and I grew up together. Don’t make things difficult for her.” “You’re already Empress. Why can’t you be more magnanimous?”
