The Mandarin Duck Red Thread Burns

I was married off as a substitute bride to the First Prince of the Yu Kingdom. Legend had it that the First Prince had once been a master of both letters and arms, so handsome he had no equal. But what was too hard was easily broken, and on the battlefield, both his sharp talons and his wings had been injured. Now he was confined to a courtyard, his temper strange and vicious. For all intents and purposes, he was ruined. Dressed in my bridal robes, I stepped into the remote little courtyard overgrown with weeds. Good heavens! An immortal! The immortal was reclining against the bed. He lifted his eyelids and cast me a faint, indifferent glance. “Hideous beyond belief. Take the divorce letter and get out.”