Words fall short in describing the vagaries of life.
Four years ago, she and Xu Xing shared a cell in prison, as wretched as wild grass.
Meanwhile, Princess Anren had a grand wedding costing 300,000 taels, with a ten-mile bridal procession.
Now, she sits in the vice seat in Yangxin Hall, as the Empress of the Founding Emperor Tiande, a mother to the world.
Yet Princess Anren has become a felon, humiliated and struggling to survive.
If time were to revert to the 21st year of Chongming, Zhao Yunniang would have found it hard to imagine that the lofty Princess Anren could fall to such a state. She was passed around like a plaything, little different from the prostitutes of the world, her fate beyond her own control...
"At ease!"
Xu Xing waved his hand. He scrutinized Song Miyao for a few moments. While she was a beauty, she didn't quite possess the legendary, nation-toppling allure spoken of in the world. His expectations deflated considerably.
