Summary
I was the Crown Prince’s consort, and also the daughter of his father’s enemy. On our wedding night, he lifted my veil and sneered, “I will make your life a living hell.” Later, I shielded him from a poisoned arrow, but he held his crying ‘white moonlight’ and accused me of faking it. It wasn’t until his ‘white moonlight’ personally pushed me into the icy lake that he gently covered her eyes from the shore, “Don’t look, it’s dirty.” As the lake water filled my throat, I saw a faded peace charm fall from his sleeve—one I had prayed for him ten years ago at Huguo Temple. When I opened my eyes again, I had become the enemy nation’s most beloved young princess. At the palace banquet, he knelt at the foot of the steps, begging to see me. I smiled and threw the peace charm into the brazier, “Dirty thing, burn it.”
—Cold. Bone-chilling.