Hiding one's name on a snowy night
In the twenty-seventh year of Yuan Zhao, it was the twenty-eighth day of the twelfth lunar month.
The heavy snowfall in the capital collapsed the ebony eaves of the left corridor of Xihua Gate.
That night, two people died quietly:
One is Shen Songxue, the only daughter of the Zhenguo General Mansion;
One is Xiao Lin, an old man from the emperor's dormitory and the deposed prince.
Folks only said that the Shen family collaborated with the enemy, and everyone in the family was executed. Blood flowed from Zhuque Street to the moat, dyeing half of the river ice red.
No one knew that Shen Songxue was carried into the imperial mausoleum in a small green cloth sedan. There was no word on the coffin and no name on the tablet.
No one knew that Xiao Lin knelt in front of the coffin all night, with his left arm soaked in blood until it turned purple from the ice.
At dawn, the historian wrote:
"The deposed prince died suddenly, and the emperor was extremely sad. He named him 'King of Violence' and was buried with him as a prince."
He spent his life to redeem a misunderstanding, and she spent a farewell to fulfill his world.
"If there is an afterlife, I don't want the country, nor will I be your lover. I only want to be the snow on your sleeves, melting at the touch of a touch, so that you will always remember the cold!"
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
