Prisoner of Zhaohua

No one is reading, so I've stopped updating for the time being. I'll finish it in the future. Renamed to Nanzhi and headed north: The prison of the fallen emperor Ji Zhaohua, Zhaohua Biography My name is Zhao Ningxi, Princess Zhaohua of Dayan. My Changle Palace is filled with crabapples and peonies. When the wind blows in spring, the whole courtyard is filled with sweet fragrance. I once thought that I would be the most carefree princess in Bianjing City for the rest of my life. I would have a haircut, get married, and have a stable life. Until Beihan's cavalry broke down the city wall of Bianjing, burned my palace, killed my subjects, and took me and my family like animals to the grassland thousands of miles away. Wan Yanheng, the man who destroyed my country with his own hands, became my only driftwood. He gave me good food and clothing, protected my family, and promised me a secure position in the future. He said that wherever he is, it is my home. I learned to please him, I learned to rely on him, I learned to be as docile as he wanted, I took the initiative to kiss him, acted coquettishly with him, begged him to protect my remaining relatives, told him that I wanted to return to Changle Palace, and said that I would be obedient all my life. He looked at me with eyes that became more and more obsessed and addicted, thinking that he had finally tamed my southern branch from the south. But he didn't know that every night when I closed my eyes, I would see the humiliation in the golden tent, the cold body of my mother, and the sky full of fire in Bianjing City. Nanzhi heads north, never willingly, just so that one day he can take advantage of the north wind to return to his homeland. Everything I lost, one day, I will get it all back with interest.