On the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, it snowed heavily.
She knelt outside the Yangxin Hall for three hours, her forehead bleeding, and she just begged him to spare her ten-year-old brother.
But he stepped on the white jade hairpin that he had given her when she had her haircut, and smiled coldly: "You are kidding me when I was young, do you take it seriously?"
There are seventy-three members of the Shen family, and the execution ground is stained with blood for treason. From being the only daughter of a royal tutor, she became the lowest female official in Yeting.
He was the childhood sweetheart who grew up with her, the boy who promised her "I will protect you every year," and the emperor who personally pushed her Shen family into hell.
He forced her to marry a political enemy, indoctrinated her children with his own hands, disabled her hands that were good at playing the piano, imprisoned her in the cold palace, and made her taste all the pain in the world.
She thought he hated her to the core, but she didn't know until she faked death and escaped that she realized that underneath all these layers of cruelty, there was a love that he didn't dare to declare.
But it was too late.
The Shen family was gone, her children were gone, and her heart had long since died in that snowy winter.
He pacified the court, abandoned his country, and traveled to all corners of the world to look for her for three years. He was blind, his oil was exhausted, and he just wanted her to look back at her once.
But she just stood in front of the Ancient Green Lantern Buddha and said calmly: "Your Majesty, I don't hate you anymore, but I don't love you anymore."
Plum blossoms have fallen all over Nanshan, and hostas have been broken into powder.
The promises he made that year eventually came to nothing.
Nian Qingsuo has locked her up for life, and also imprisoned him for the rest of his life. They will never see each other again.
