I have been married to the emperor for three years. He doted on me, loved me, and picked me the stars in the sky. But he didn't know that I was a spy sent by the enemy country, and his brother, the deposed prince who was imprisoned in the East Palace, was my contact person. I thought I was using him, until the night of the palace change, he blocked the poisoned wine for me and died in my arms, smiling and saying: "I know, but I don't regret it."
