In the summer of the eighth year after I ascended the throne, Xue Zizhan's blood was still hot when it splashed on my face.
Tuoba Gui pinched my chin and wiped the drop of blood into the seam of my lips: "What does your man's blood taste like?"
I said nothing.
That night, he raped me. Then he asked me what position I wanted.
I said: Lijiangli.
He said: OK.
He didn't know that there was half a page of "Forbidden Rules of the Southern Dynasties" under my pillow.
That thing is called Hanshi Powder.
I gave the first dose to his mother who was seriously ill. The concubine had the most peaceful sleep in seventeen years.
The second dose was given to him to cure his headache. After taking it, he felt clear and clear-sighted, and said, "I will cook another dose tomorrow."
Third dose, fourth dose, first year, tenth year
He couldn't live without this medicine more and more.
He is becoming more and more inseparable from me.
He thought it was a favor.
I don't know when he started looking at me with that look, not at a woman, but at a person he should hate but couldn't.
I don't care.
I just want him to die.
In the winter of God's sixth year, he fell under my son's knife and died with his eyes open.
I knelt down and closed his eyes.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
