I am the Crown Princess, but the Crown Prince does not love me.
He only married me because I was the daughter of a general and could help him ascend the throne.
In the past ten years, I have watched him deal with all kinds of women, from concubines to singers, all of them are like the white moonlight in his heart.
I hid my sharp edge and took care of the East Palace for him, appeased the courtiers and their families, and even blocked the sword with my body when he was assassinated.
He finally wore a yellow robe, but he made someone else his queen.
The new emperor said: "Your father's achievements are so great that I am worried about you being in the harem."
I moved into the cold palace with a smile, locked the door, and poured oil all over the palace.
As the fire burned into the sky, I heard him yelling my name like crazy.
But what to do? Your Majesty, my concubine's sincerity has been burnt to ashes long ago.
Reader comments
There is not a single word of bitterness in the whole text. But the sadness and tragedy run through the whole text. The word count is small and there is no unnecessary plot added to make up the word count. Tears the whole time. Very well written
The story is sad and good-looking, worth recommending and giving five-star praise and support!
Very good article, it makes us know how to cherish each other when we meet.
There is not a single word of bitterness in the whole text. But the sadness and tragedy run through the whole text. The word count is small and there is no unnecessary plot added to make up the word count. Tears the whole time. Very well written
The story is sad and good-looking, worth recommending and giving five-star praise and support!
Very good article, it makes us know how to cherish each other when we meet.