The consecutive humiliations left Emily Well in a daze, her already frail body growing weaker and weaker, as if a slight cold breeze could send her into the embrace of Hades.
Several nights later.
She put on her wedding dress from the day of her marriage, inserted her hairpin and tassel, and carefully painted her eyebrows and applied her rouge.
With everything prepared, she momentarily seemed to see through time, her lover rescuing the common people of the world from fire and water and gaining their admiration.
Emily Well muttered softly, "My husband..."
She opened the door and walked out, her fiery wedding dress making everyone in the palace think that the oldest daughter of the Well family, the General's wife, had gone insane.
She went to the kitchen and looked at the raging fire, her mouth corner raising an astonished smile, her eyes brimming with relief.
