I, Wu Zetian, the empress of the Tang Dynasty, recently acquired a stunning male favorite, Xie Yunshu. This man coughs up blood during the day and is as delicate as a willow, but at night he always crawls next to my dragon bed, euphemistically calling him "afraid of the dark" and asking me to sleep in my arms. What a joke, I am in charge of the world, how can I not see through his little tricks? Sure enough, the secret guard came to report that this son was actually the leader of the rebel party who opposed the military restoration of the Tang Dynasty, and was lurking in the palace with the intention of assassinating him.
Ha, interesting. I want to see how long he can perform this drama. I followed the trend and watched him pretend to be a good boy and act loyal in front of me every day. I just felt that this "heart-torture" drama was a bit more interesting than Jiaofangsi's new song. However, as the play continued, something seemed a little off.
Until the night of the palace change, when a cold arrow shot through the sky, this fool actually threw himself in front of me. A sharp arrow pierced his chest, and he fell in my arms dying, his dragon robe stained red by the hot blood. He leaned close to my ear, gritted his teeth with all his last strength and said: "Stupid woman... I have been undercover for ten years... How, why did I lose my sincerity... To you..."
I held his increasingly cold body and looked at his still handsome but lifeless face, and for the first time I couldn't laugh. Xie Yunshu, who has tortured whose heart?
