Everyone in the capital knew that Xiao Jue, the powerful Prince Jing, brought back a dancing girl from the land of fireworks and pampered her to the point of nobility.
He spent a lot of money on her, dismissed noble ladies for her, and even painted her eyebrows with his own hands.
Only Shen Qingci knew that all these honors and favors were only because she had a face that looked exactly like the white moonlight in the prince's heart.
She is the most valuable fake and the most obedient substitute in Prince Jing's palace.
She endured all the cold looks and swallowed blood and tears, hoping that one day she could warm her cold heart.
Until that day, the real Bai Yueguang "resurrected from the dead", and she heard Xiao Jue say to the man with her own ears: "It's just a toy, it can't do anything to you."
Only then did she realize that all the beauty in the mirror was in vain.
That day, the fire in the palace burned away all her obsessions.
Everyone said that the humble dancer died in the sea of fire and deserved to die.
But no one saw that Prince Jing Xiao Jue was holding a corner of his clothes, his hair turned gray overnight, and he dug three feet into the ground like a maniac, just to find his "thing".
Many years later, a female medical master appeared in the Xinglin forest in the south of the Yangtze River. Her magical hands rejuvenated her body, covering her face with gauze, and she looked as cold as a fairy.
When Xiao Jue knelt in front of her tremblingly with red eyes, begging her to look back.
She just smiled indifferently and gently stroked the white hair on his temples: "Your Majesty, people cannot be resurrected after death. Which substitute are you looking for?"
——In the early stage, I was tortured until my liver hurt, and in the later stage, I chased my wife to the crematorium, and her ashes were scattered for you.
