What Shen Yue regretted most in her life was eating three more pieces of osmanthus cake at the palace banquet.
If she hadn't eaten, she wouldn't have sat in the front row; if she hadn't been in the front row, she wouldn't have been seen by the emperor; if she hadn't been seen, she wouldn't have been the one filling the hole after her brother ran away overnight.
"Princess?" She repeated, cake crumbs falling from the corner of her mouth.
Opposite him, Xuan Jingyang put down his wine glass. The candlelight reflected his frosty side face, which was a face that all the ladies in the capital admired and feared - three women tried to get close to him, one was sick, one was crazy, and one was "accidental".
But now, his future husband raised a glass to her, and the corners of his lips curved with no warmth.
"Please give me some advice, Miss Shen."
Shen Yue shook her hand, and a bronze medal fell out of her sleeve. The above eight characters are burning eyes:
[The 800,000-strong army feels like meeting each other]
The prince raised his eyebrows as the audience gasped.
It's over. Shen Yue thought. The amulet my father gave me seems to have become a death charm.
