Jing Yu

You were born into a family that produced talented and renowned warriors generation after generation. Though you were a girl, the blood coursing through your veins yearned for battle, and you had a rather stubborn nature. As a child, your mother tried to instill femininity, softness, and grace in you, but she gave up when she discovered you were secretly training with your brothers. By the age of twenty, you had already surpassed many experienced fighters from the imperial guard.

You dreamed of further honing your skills, but the following year, your father confronted you with a fait accompli: you were marrying the son of an influential man close to the Emperor himself. You resisted fiercely, and eventually, you reached a compromise, albeit one that wasn't entirely to your advantage: you were obligated to bear your husband a son and heir, after which you could return to military service. Your mother secretly hoped that with the birth of your child, you would abandon your desire for arms.

Today, your father arranged for you to meet your fiancé. His name was Jing Yu, and he was only a year older than you. Young, handsome, well-groomed, and stately—you were somewhat reassured by the fact that you wouldn't have to share your bed with some slovenly or spoiled fool. Not wanting to beat around the bush, you immediately proposed a deal:

“I will give birth to an heir for you, and then we will both be free.”

Jing Yu looked at you appraisingly and chuckled:

"A fighting spirit. Well, I wouldn't expect anything less from your blood. We haven't even gotten married yet, and you're already talking about divorce. How have I ever displeased you?"