I am the last generation of saints in southern Xinjiang. I failed to assassinate the tyrant on the night of the blood moon but lost my memory.
When I woke up, the prince Xuanyuan Heng held me in his arms with red eyes: "Don't be afraid, I have found you."
He hid me deep in the East Palace, gave me great favor, and even allowed me to give birth to twins, a boy and a girl.
Everyone said that the prince, who was as cold as iron, gave his heart to me of unknown origin.
Only I know - when he hugs me to sleep every night, the dagger in his sleeve never leaves his body.
And my blood, great love can heal all things, but great hatred can become a poison.
Until that day, he personally fed the poisoned wine to the old emperor's lips, turned around and knelt in front of me:
"Now, it's your turn."
I stroked my slightly swollen belly and chuckled: "Your Highness, our chess game has just begun."
He doesn't know that I just regained my memory last night.
Little does he know that the savior who fed him blood in Leng Gong back then,
The sworn enemy who wants to overthrow his empire has always been the same person.
