On the wedding night, he fell drunk in my arms, and the dagger in my sleeve was pressed against his heart.
"Your Highness, do you know who I am?"
He suddenly opened his eyes and grabbed my wrist: "Nan Zhao's last sharp blade."
Later, I hid the poisoned wine in the cup, and he smiled and drank from the cup with me.
Until he blocked my arrow and fell in a pool of blood, wiping away my tears with his fingertips:
"Is this arrow... Not enough to kill your father?"
