The seventh year of marriage to Empress Fengyang.
Only then did I realize that all the essence and blood I collected every day were given to her servant who was hiding in another palace.
That was her life-long nameless lover, and I was just a royal husband in name only.
After my blood was drained and my body was dumped in a mass grave, the waiter's blood bag was replaced by our daughter.
The daughter didn't cry or fuss, she just held up her doll and asked Fengyang:
"Can feeding the pony blood make it bring daddy back?"
Fengyang smashed the wooden horse in her hand: "It's ridiculously stupid."
But later, Fengyang searched for craftsmen all over the world to glue the wooden horse together.
Throw yourself into the sea of fire as a sacrifice, just to see me again
