With a marriage proposal, Shen Qingci stepped into Prince Jing's palace wearing a phoenix crown and harem. What he got in exchange was not a raised eyebrow, but the loneliness of being guarded in the sky every night, and his endless disgust.
His Bai Yueguang's heart disease relapsed, and she became a jealous and poisonous evil woman; her father and brother were unjustly imprisoned, and she begged on her knees in the snow, but he turned a blind eye. With a glass of poisoned wine and a bowl of abortion pills, he personally cut off her last trace of affection.
"Xiao Jue," she smiled with tears in her eyes, crying every word, "I hope you and I will never see each other again."
A carefully designed golden cicada escaped from its shell, and a huge fire burned the remains of the abandoned concubine of the palace. Everyone knows that Shen Qingci is dead.
Five years later, a mysterious medicine fairy suddenly appeared on the battlefield in the north. He had countless people alive with silver needles in his hand. He was accompanied by a boy carved in pink and jade who looked exactly like Prince Jing.
Xiao Jue, who returned in triumph, looked at the child who looked the same as him, and the woman who was as cold as ice and looked like a newborn. For the first time in his life, his eyes were red and his bones were filled with regret.
He put aside his dignity and knelt in front of her: "Qing Ci, go home with me..."
She held a childish child in her arms, and behind her stood the powerful flower protector. She only glanced at it, as if looking at an unrelated stranger:
"My lord, you have recognized the wrong person. Your princess had already died in the fire five years ago."
--- Abuse your wife for a moment of pleasure, chase her to the crematorium. See how the cold-faced prince crushes his pride and burns his country, just for a chance to look back.
