Wen Xiyue, the young master of Mingyue Villa, picked up a sick beauty.
He coughed up blood and looked like broken white jade, but he always looked at the pond in trance late at night.
Until one day she opened his pillow—seven suicide tools were neatly placed underneath.
"Your Highness," she pressed him against the wall, her eyes red, "The world is uncertain, why do you have to die first?"
Jiang Hansheng lowered his eyes and chuckled: "Then how does Young Master Wen plan to stop me?"
Later, on the night of the palace coup, she single-handedly killed three hundred forbidden troops and came to him.
Blood dripped from the tip of the sword onto his clothes, but his voice was so soft and trembling:
"Jiang Hansheng... Can you look at the moon again?"
