She loves him, yet loathes him. She adores him, yet hates him...
Zhaorong cannot understand how she could feel two such completely opposite emotions toward the same man.
When he holds her, it is as if he is looking at someone else. It makes her jealous and confused, and she longs to ask him: Who are you really looking at? Is it really me you love?
In the end, he wounds her, imprisons her, and refuses to see her.
He simply will not let her concern herself with the state and its affairs, leaving her to grow haggard and sorrowful day after day.
Could it be that the favor she received in the Jiaofang Palace, envied by all in the Yaotai Hall, was nothing more than a scheme to thwart her lofty ambitions?
