She had been a knife.
When she was eleven years old, a flood destroyed everything for her. In order to get a thin coffin for her seriously ill grandmother, she sold herself into Murong Mansion and was given the name - July.
After ten years of licking blood, she bet her life on one person. It wasn't until she saw the way Murong Jue looked at her sister that she understood the weight of those words: "Yue Niang, you are the best knife in the Murong family."
Knives don't need to be loved.
At the end of the next year, King Murong Ke issued an imperial decree asking his sister to enter the palace. Murong Jue personally sent her to the sedan chair - asking her to marry a stranger on behalf of his sister.
She thought it was just switching from one knife to another.
But when she endured the pain, the man would frown and ask, "Who taught you not to cry even when it hurts like this?" He would look into her eyes and say, "You are different from them."
"The jade hairpin fell to the ground and no one picked it up, and it turned into the first branch in the southeast." He put the jade hairpin into her hair and said, "I will always be there if the hairpin is on your head."
He fulfilled this sentence throughout his life.
Later Murong Jue rebelled. She entered the situation with her own body, but was imprisoned in the palace by Murong Ke. He said all the cruel words just to force her to leave. She didn't know that at that time, he had been tortured by the poison for more than three months.
His last words before his death were: "The hosta... Let her wear it."
When she was twenty-eight years old, she calmly left her last words: "When I die, please let me and my husband be buried together."
This is a story about love——
A man teaches a woman with his life: you are never a knife, you are always a person worthy of being cherished.
