I am a princess from time travel, and the system says that I can go home as long as I make my consort fall in love with me.
In the past three years, I protected him from poisonous wine, had the right to disband troops, and even personally sent him to the throne.
On the night he ascended the throne, he imprisoned me in the cold palace: "Princess, the last lesson you taught me is to remove the roots."
I smiled and swallowed the poisonous wine he gave me.
Good, he'll never know... I bound a second system--
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At the end of the wave of consciousness, Li Yinxuan's eyes reflected the cold moon and palace lanterns, but were more piercing than the ice in Yongxiang. He leaned over, the bright yellow sleeves of his robe brushed against the dirty floor of the cold palace, and placed the Kowloon cup filled with amber liquid firmly within my reach.
"Zhaoyang," his voice was very even, with the usual gentle tone, but it contained the undeniable aura that I had never heard before tonight, unique to the emperor, "I learned the last lesson you taught me very well - to cut the weeds, you must remove the roots."
There was a fishy sweetness in his throat, which was the internal injury caused by the palm of his guard just now. I leaned against the cold and biting brick wall, twitching the corners of my mouth, trying to laugh, but what I got was a more violent cough. The vision was a little blurry, and the lingering sounds of the ritual music of the new emperor's enthronement ceremony could be vaguely heard outside the palace. The noisy gongs, drums, and Shao music penetrated the nine-layered palace and fell into this abandoned corner, becoming a distant and ridiculing background.
He waited patiently, his eyes falling on my face, as if he was examining an artifact that was about to lose its value completely, or a past that was not glorious enough that needed to be erased by his own hands.
Three years.
From that lightning and thunder, I call my name here
