The Day He Ascended the Throne, I Died in the Snow

Xiao Yu, you said my life is yours. But when I was pierced through the chest by a sharp arrow, you just stood by and let the blood dye the corners of your robe red. For ten years, I have been the sharpest knife in your hand and the most shadowy shadow beside your bed. You slaughtered my whole family, but you only spared my life, saying that this is what the Shen family owes you, and it will take a lifetime to redeem it. I believed it. I have been through life and death for you, with twenty-seven scars, and each time you say a cold "Don't die, your debt has not been paid off". Until the enemy's cavalry invades the border, you lightly saying "make peace" is like discarding an old thing and sending me into someone else's fold. "Shen Wei," your tone was as cold as frost, "This is your last value." The night I died, the red candles in Chang'an City stayed on all night. It was the time when you ascended the throne as emperor and ruled the world. Later, the new emperor went crazy. He went on a personal expedition, crushing three thousand miles of mountains and rivers in the enemy's country with his iron hoofs, and turning mountains of bones into mountains, just to find an ice coffin. In the coffin, I was wearing a blood-red wedding dress, my face was lifelike, and there was a relieved smile on my lips. He held my already cold body, and then he understood the last words I left: "Your Highness, this time, I will use my life to atone for my sins." If there really is an afterlife, I beg you, please don't save me again.