Everyone knows that I am His Majesty's sharpest knife.
He stroked the scar on my throat and smiled softly: "I have broken so many hearts, is this one still missing?"
I am indeed here to break his heart. Ten years ago he ordered to slaughter my whole family. Ten years later I entered the palace in place of the beautiful lady and hid the honey-quenched dagger in my skirt. I want him to fall in love with me and then trample this imperial heart into the mud.
I did it. He abandoned the Sixth Palace for me in front of all the officials, appointed me as his queen in front of the Imperial Ancestral Temple, and even blocked King Jing's poisonous arrow for me.
But why? When he was dying, he held my hand and said, "I know who you are... But I am willing."
I held the hairpin that was supposed to pierce his heart, and for the first time I discovered that those who break your heart will also have their own hearts broken into powder.
It turns out that the worst revenge is to make the person you hate become a dream you can never wake up from for the rest of your life.
