It snowed heavily that year, and I picked up a dying wolf cub in the mud.
I gave him a name, empowered him with strategies, tamed him into the sharpest sword, and he became my most loyal minister.
He thought that what I wanted was the country, so he bowed his head and paved the way for me.
But I personally sent him to other women's tents and said with a smile: "It's just a plaything, why should I care?"
Later, when the palace wall collapsed, he wore black armor from the Northern Wei Dynasty and led his cavalry to crush the mountains and rivers of our homeland.
On the ruins of the Zhaoyang Palace where he and I had shared a tender relationship, he locked me into a golden cage using the techniques I taught him.
He leaned over and bit the side of my neck, his voice hoarse like a curse: "Li Zhaohe, I want your empire and you."
Until that day, I fell off a cliff together with the imperial master who had been planning for twenty years and was as cold as an immortal.
With the sound of wind blowing, I looked at his finally shattered pupils and chuckled: "Teacher, the student won this round."
The mountains and rivers are lonely, with only fragments of golden slips remaining like butterflies, commemorating a world-famous absurdity.
——Everyone said that both the eldest princess and the traitor were shattered to pieces.
——But they don't know that far away from the rivers and lakes, there are people drinking alone under the moon every night, waiting for a dead soul that will never return.
