Su Zhao is the prince's sharpest knife, eradicating dissidents for him and staining his blood. On the night of his wedding, Su Zhao volunteered to go to the border to die. "Are you finally getting rid of me?" He sneered, "That's right." On the day he died on the battlefield, the capital was filled with red silk to celebrate the princess's happiness. When I opened my eyes again, I went back to ten years ago, when he first picked me out of the pile of corpses. This time, I avoided his outstretched hand. But she saw him yelling with red eyes: "Who made you like this? Come home with me -"
