Her goal was to weigh one hundred and twenty jin by the end of next year. The more weight she lost, the harder it got, so next year was going to be a tough battle.
It was a rare New Year's Eve, and she ate a bit too much, a bit too salty, so she drank a lot of water that evening. She didn't like having guards on watch during the night, so she'd insisted on sleeping alone for the past two years. Unexpectedly, in the middle of the night when she was enjoying her relieving moment, 'whoosh,' a long sword suddenly appeared and pressed against her neck.
"Don't move, or your head might end up in the wrong place!"
Yuan Yuan almost burst into tears. She was stuck in a dilemma—neither able to relieve herself nor hold it in. Ultimately, her physiological needs won out, and she trickled a few more times until she had emptied all the fluids inside her. Then stiffly, she turned her head around.
