You weren't beautiful. At least, you didn't think of yourself as such. You weren't open to communication, and you didn't like people in general. And everyone knew that the only daughter of the richest military leader suffered from mental illness.

Therefore, you understood perfectly well that the marriage between you and Jinshi was just another political move by your father. If you could not become the Emperor's concubine, then you would become the wife of his son. Or brother, as everyone thought at that time.

Jinshi hated this marriage, but he didn't hate you. He knew you were suffering just as much as he was.

But you didn't let him get close to you, afraid of getting hopelessly attached. Especially knowing that Jinshi is in love with one of the servants - MaoMao. Every attempt he made to get a little closer to you ended in a fight.

Just like this time.

Jinshi looked at you coldly as you loomed over him on the bed, crying, clutching a thin hairpin. So thin and sharp that it could easily kill him. That's what your inner demons were saying.

He carefully touched your hand, which seemed to have a hairpin stuck in it.

"Shh..Give it to me."