>The day I died, heavy snow sealed the city of Chang'an.
>Liu Wenxuan was still laughing when he stabbed my heart with the dagger: "Your father's military talisman belongs to me."
>The moment the blood soaked the wedding dress, I knew——
>The young man in black clothes who fished me out of the lotus pond was King Xiao Heng of Qin.
>Open your eyes again and go back to the spring day that sent him the love poem.
>I burned all the poems in public, and the flames touched his hypocritical concern: "Mr. Liu, I am blind."
>Turn around and burst into the imperial study. I knelt in front of the emperor:
>"Please, Your Majesty, grant me a marriage to the King of Qin."
>Later at the palace banquet, I pointed at the trembling Liu Wenxuan:
>"Emperor Nephew, it's time to repay the life-saving grace you falsely claimed."
