He was once the meanest shadow in the Zhaoyin Palace, an enemy hostage imprisoned for ten years.
Ten years later, he trampled the Zhaoyin mountains and rivers and returned as a new king. On the day the city was destroyed, blood flowed like a river, but he only took away the most inconspicuous me in the corner - the seventh most unfavored princess of Zhaoyin, Jiang Ying.
"Do you know why I kept you?" His cold fingertips rubbed the tear stains under my eyes, but his gaze seemed to penetrate me and fall into the void. "You are exactly the same as your 'dead' sister."
I lowered my eyes and smiled bitterly: "But Your Highness, I don't have a twin sister."
I became his carefully crafted "fake", a subjugated princess imprisoned in a gorgeous cage. He gave me my sister's name, wore her clothes, and forced me to imitate her smile. He hated Zhaoyin, but he poured all his twisted love and deep hatred into my face, which looked exactly like his sweetheart.
He didn't know that the white moonlight that died young on the tip of his heart, that girl who was treasured deep in his memory and "died away" due to the persecution of the Zhaoyin royal family, had never existed. That was the illusory face I weaved for self-protection in the deep palace and was only shown to him.
When lies are crumbling, when the buried truth burns with hot hatred, who is whose prisoner? Who can find a glimmer of hope in the ashes of love and hate?
