At the age of fifteen, Shen Qinghuai went down the mountain to return home and saw with his own eyes that the entire Shen family was brutally slaughtered.
After five years of forbearance, she concealed her name, tied up her long hair, and traveled around the country to track down the murderer. She set a rule in the ghost market in the capital: save one person and kill another.
At the age of twenty-one, in order to preserve the blood of the Shen family and seek revenge, she changed into women's clothes and prepared to enter the palace as a concubine.
Who would have expected that Xiao Yao, whom she had met in the ghost market in the past, would dare to resist the order and block the sedan chair in public, disrupting all her revenge plans in one fell swoop.
When they first met, the two thought they were just using each other, a transaction of interests.
In front of the phoenix sedan, Xiao Yao looked at Shen Qinghuai, who had taken off his men's clothes and looked charming, and smiled wantonly: "I am not dead, but you want to enter the palace and become someone else's concubine?"
Shen Qinghuai's eyebrows were cold: "I have no matchmaker or appointment with the prince, so there is no talk of remarriage."
He approached step by step and brought up the past again: "That night the red candles were swaying, the aroma of medicine filled the room, and the lingering lingering fragrance in the tent. Why, do you want to die and refuse to admit it?"
The palace was in panic, and under thousands of weapons, Xiao Yao sacrificed his life to protect her, and was seriously injured and on the verge of death.
When he ascended the throne and became the emperor, he sat on the dragon throne and held her hand: "Now, do you recognize me?"
She was silent for a moment and whispered: "Admit it."
Very nice to look at.