Seven years ago, the king of Zhenbei, Xiao Mo, tore up the marriage contract in public and sent me to Yeting as a maid.
Everyone in the court said that he hated me to the core and didn't even hold an umbrella for me.
Seven years later, when I returned with the secret documents of salt and iron, he pressed me against the red wall: "Zhao Mo'er, how dare you come back?"
The world thinks I want to take off his crown and take his life.
But that's never what I want.
I want him to say it himself - why didn't you believe me back then?
Until that day, he was on the verge of death with three arrows in his body, and the scars from the broken kite on his left shoulder burned his eyes.
Only then did I realize that the purpose of tearing up the marriage certificate was to give me a death edict, and to send it to Ye Ting was to save my life.
After seven years of forbearance, he protected Gang and me.
And I climbed out of the mud, not for revenge.
It is to take off his unattainable crown with my own hands and ask him again:
This time, can you trust me?
