Everyone in the capital knew that Xiao Jue, the powerful regent, was forced to marry Su Jinli, the daughter of the guilty minister.
On their wedding night, he lifted her hijab and said with icy eyes, "Su Jinli, you are just like your treasonous and traitorous father. You are only worthy of rotting in the mud."
There is a Bai Yueguang in his heart, a heroine who died for him. And Su Jinli was nothing more than a shame forced upon him by the emperor after his death, a chess piece used to appease the former dynasty's old subordinates.
He humiliated her, ignored her and trampled on her sincerity. She blocked his arrow, but he thought it was a trick; she detoxified him, and he rewarded her with a bowl of abortion pills; she knelt in the snow for three days and three nights while pregnant, just to beg him to see her late father for the last time, but he hugged the white moonlight memorial tablet and stayed there all night.
Later, a fire burned down the east courtyard of the palace, and also burned down the always quiet and docile Princess Regent.
Everyone said that the princess had her own fault, but Xiao Jue was the only one who was crazy.
He cut open the cold tombstone and found nothing inside except for an embroidered handkerchief with her last line of blood words on it:
"This life is over, I don't look forward to the next life."
At that moment, the God of War, who was decisive in killing and had never shed a tear, realized that what he had lost was not an eye-catching mole on the palm of his hand, but blood from his head that had been cut out of the bones and heart.
