A snowy night. Poisoned wine. He held his beloved while listening to her breathe her last.
When she opened her eyes again, she was back on the day of the imperial selection. She passed over him in the crowd and pointed toward the northern frontier. “This subject is willing to marry the heir.”
The whole city said she was crazy for marrying that bloodthirsty devil.
But on their wedding night, the devil crouched in front of her and awkwardly asked, “Are you... cold?”
Three years later, the former dynasty’s prince knelt at the border. “Come back with me. The empress’s throne is yours.”
She smiled. “You’ve got the wrong person, Prince. The princess consort who died for you, ”
Was already dead.
The water flows slowly, but it is the most inexplicably touching