At the Spring Banquet, a single poem earned me the emperor’s personal decree: I was to become Princess Xuan.

Prince Xuan was young and hot-blooded. That night, he had the bathwater changed again and again without stopping.

I suffered terribly and told him to take it easy.

His eyes lit up, and he “took it easy” for the entire night.

Everyone said Prince Xuan doted on his princess alone, and that we were a deeply devoted couple.

But too much happiness has a way of inviting envy.

After I was poisoned to death, I opened my eyes again at that year’s Spring Banquet.

My younger cousin beat me to it and presented my poem first.

So while no one was paying attention, I returned to the manor, packed up my valuables, and fled the capital.

At the city gate, a young Prince Xuan blocked my path, gnashing his teeth.

“Damn it, I knew you were going to run!”

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