Dressed as the cannon fodder that must die in the book, Wenshu decided to stay away from the plot, but in that dark alley, he picked up the paranoid and gloomy villain of the future - Yan Ci.
At that time, he was just a pitiful little boy, with wounds all over his body and eyes as fierce as a wolf. She handed over the wound medicine and candied fruit, and said softly: "They are talking nonsense, you are not the disaster star."
From then on, she became the only light in his dark world.
Later, he worked step by step to ascend to the throne. Everyone said that the new emperor was cruel and ruthless, but he was above the main hall, stretched out his hand to her in the eyes of everyone, his eyes were blazing: "My country is only missing a queen."
But she didn't know that the original book she had cried over had been burned by his own hands. He once whispered in her ear: "Our stories are written by ourselves."
This is a story about redemption and deep love, about me changing my destiny for you, and you promising me a lifetime.
