On the wedding night, I lifted my hijab and put the dagger at the throat of the enemy prince.
"This knife belongs to my father and brother who died fighting for me."
He held the blade with a smile and let the blood flow: "Shen Qingyue, your father and brother's heads are not in my account."
While being imprisoned in the cold palace, news came that the enemy's cavalry had broken through the border.
I saw his armor stained with blood through the bars, but he handed over a secret report from the North——
"The remnants of the Zhenbei Army are being surrounded and suppressed. Your father may still be alive."
On the day he led his army to the expedition, I poisoned his tea.
When the good news and news of death arrived at the same time, he crushed the medicine bowl and sneered:
"Do you know whose food and grass died for the 100,000 soldiers in the north back then?"
Later, I held the sword and entered the Golden Palace. He was covered in blood and pushed the dragon chair for me:
"Sit on it, and I will snatch it from the whole world and give it to you as a betrothal gift."
