The night I dressed as a concubine in the cold palace, the tyrant husband recorded in history was lying on my bed covered in blood.
The history books clearly say that he will die tonight, and as a burial object, I will be given a white silk ribbon at dawn.
Feeling his weak pulse, I took out the scalpel and said, "I can treat this injury."
His bloody fingers suddenly grabbed my throat: "Who sent you?"
Putting the blade against his heart, I said calmly: "Save you so that I can kill you alive."
Three months later, during the new emperor's coronation ceremony, he thrust the phoenix seal into my hand in public.
The queen is sure, I will kill you for the rest of your life. "
