On the first snowy night of the fourth year of Yonghe, Qiao Qingzhi knelt in front of the Prime Minister's Mansion, blood soaking into the seams of the bluestone bricks.
After Luan Jia got on the throne, the new emperor Chu Yanxiu hugged her concubine, and his voice was colder than the flying snow in the sky: "I will charge the Holy Jia with twenty sticks."
Three months ago, these hands were tenderly tying her cloak: "The sky is about to change in the capital, wait for me to pick you up."
What she was waiting for was the tragic defeat of the Zhenbei Army and the death of her uncle on the battlefield, and an edict offering her marriage to King Chen Chu Linyuan - the man who lost everything because of her.
She put on her wedding dress and stepped into Qingzhou, determined to atone for her sins. Root out spies for him, protect his relatives, scatter his dowry and pave the way forward. But he still didn't believe it. There was always an invisible layer of frost in those bottomless eyes, as if to say: "Qiao Qingzhi, what are you trying to do?"
When the poisonous arrow came through the air and hit his mother-in-law, she turned around to block it without hesitation.
The white clothes were instantly stained with blood, and she was as angry as gossamer in his arms: "Chu Linyuan... Is this life... Enough to repay you?"
The man who had always been indifferent suddenly collapsed. He pressed her raging wounds like crazy, and hot tears fell on her cold cheeks:
"Not enough! Who allowed you to pay with your life?"
"I want you to live - watch with your own eyes as I crush those who betray you into powder!"
Feeling her warmth passing away little by little, he finally let out a desperate cry like a trapped animal, burying his face deeply into her blood-stained neck:
"Qiao Qingzhi..."
"If you dare to die... I will slaughter all the people in this world, and I will bury these thousands of miles of mountains and rivers for you forever!"
He always thought that he was looking up at the moonlight in hell, but only now did he realize that the bright moon had already quietly fallen, just to illuminate his dark way home.
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