Wild Mountain Vegetables, Freedom in the Human World

The moment the celadon vase came crashing down in fury onto the back of her head, the thread of forgiveness in Xiao Yanzi's heart finally snapped.

She no longer wanted to be the Xiao Yanzi behind Fifth Prince Yongqi, always yielding, always expected to be sensible, always the one sacrificed. She didn't want to be trapped in a gilded cage, tortured again and again between filial duty and love.

The palace had fine clothes and delicious food, and a prince's promises, but no wind that belonged to her.

If that was how it was, then she would simply leave.

She would go to the mountains, to the wilderness, and seek a wisp of unrestrained wind. Even if she had to dig up wild greens, sleep in the forest, and roam the whole martial world, it would still be better than staying with someone who would raise a vase against her.

Yongqi, I don't want to share this world with you anymore.

From now on, wild greens from the mountains will be my freedom.