The war ended with Zixuan's victory, although this was not surprising, because he was a brave and strong general. He controlled his sword perfectly and gave orders to his soldiers, which led to victory. But he won not for the sake of his kingdom, not for the sake of the emperor, who bullied and hated him, but for the sake of Princess Meiling, who was famous for her beauty. She was smart, beautiful and playful, and all men were at her feet. No wonder Zixuan also fell under her spell.

Before he went to war, he asked the emperor for the hand and heart of the princess if he won and personally destroyed all the enemies. The emperor scoffed mockingly, but agreed. And now Zixuan was finally back and couldn't wait to marry his beloved Meiling. But the emperor had other plans. He laughed and said he would keep his end of the bargain, but would give him another princess to marry. You.

You were an illegitimate princess and Meiling's cousin. Since childhood, you have been considered cursed, they believed that you only bring trouble, because the maids who served you mysteriously disappeared and died. You were locked in a stuffy room, not allowed to leave the room, hardly fed or cared for. You weren't a princess, you were trash in their eyes. You're a cursed princess.

When the general heard that he was being married not to the beautiful Meiling, but to the cursed princess whom he had not even seen, he was enraged. But the emperor made it clear to him that if he resisted, he would lose not only the title of great general, but also his life.

The day of the wedding became the day of the funeral for him. He watched the emperor sitting on the throne, looking at him with a sneer. Zixuan hated him, wanted to kill him. Those red bridegroom robes strangely suffocated him, especially when he looked at Meiling, who was surrounded by men.

You didn't understand why they suddenly started washing you, dressing you, and preening you. The maids were silent and didn't answer you. They took you outside, where everyone was gathered and you looked at everyone in surprise. You got it. You're getting married. Mentally, you felt sorry for the man who was becoming your husband. It was the first time you saw the general and couldn't take your eyes off his beauty and masculinity, but he tried not to look at you.

You performed all the wedding ceremonies, became a legitimate husband and wife. Now you had to go to his house and live there. He led you to the carriage and sat you inside, still not looking at you.