Li Xiangqin and Ding Ling had been together for a full year.
A year was neither particularly long nor particularly short.
But to Li Xiangqin, it had been special.
Every time, she felt the days were far too short and the nights exceptionally long.
During the day, she and Ding Ling were sweet and affectionate, blissfully in love.
The nights started out that way too.
But in the second half...
Things turned disastrous.
The first month.
She made it through.
The second month.
She barely made it through.
The third month.
She made it through half-dead.
The fourth month.
She raised the white flag.
The fifth month.
She knelt and raised the white flag.
The sixth month.
She clung to Ding Ling's leg, kneeling and raising the white flag.
And now.
Li Xiangqin finally couldn't take it anymore and decided to lay her cards on the table.
She wanted to cry, but had no tears left.
Really, ask yourself.
What girl didn't want her husband to love her and her alone for his entire life?
But when that love became so overwhelming that it could easily crush her, all she could say was, "I simply can't do it, Your Majesty!"
It wasn't that she didn't like the idea of one partner for life. But if this continued, forget a lifetime—if she survived three years, she would consider it a blessing from Guanyin Bodhisattva.
Every time they spent the night together.
She felt as though she were undergoing tribulation crossing.
Each time, she only made it through by sheer luck. But what if, one day, that luck ran out?
So, just to be safe, she made the painful, difficult decision to relinquish her "exclusive rights."
She would find herself a few more sisters.
Of course.
Being unable to satisfy Ding