It had been snowing in the cold palace for half a month, and Qiu He wrapped a three-foot white silk around her neck.
Before tightening his grip, he said the last words: "My dearest lady, I blame you for being too trusting."
She believed it for a whole year.
On the day he was fished out from the backyard of the needlework bureau, he knelt in the snow and kowtowed three times, causing blood to bleed from his forehead. She looked down and said come with me. A year later, he put the things the queen had given him under the board of her bed, and then twisted Bai Ling into her throat with his own hands.
But she's not dead.
When she opened her eyes, she went back to the seventeen days before the witchcraft case. The package of "evidence" that had not yet been discovered was hung on the red plum branches in Fengyi Palace, and the inside of Qiuhe's sleeves was still stained with moss scraped over the wall last night. She stood in the window and watched him clearing the snow in the yard, his back arched like a machete.
This time she will counterattack from cannon fodder to the emperor's favorite.
Second male lead.
The young general was born into a fan and the salty and sweet sober heroine
