She has been in the palace for three years and has never been summoned. She is the most inconspicuous existence in this magnificent cage.
Until that late night, she was ordered to deliver food to the cold palace.
The deposed prince Xiao Jinyuan was dressed in rags, but he still maintained his former pride. He said: "Don't be afraid of me, I am no longer the prince."
She should have been afraid, but she wasn't.
In the days that followed, they stood side by side in the moonlight and depended on each other in the darkness. She dressed his wounds and he taught her to write. In this cold palace, they became each other's only light.
But she didn't know that the new emperor had been waiting for an excuse.
When the decree of death was issued, and when the flames of hell were ignited, she realized that some love is destined to die from the beginning.
"This life is too short... In the next life, we will still be husband and wife."
He held her in his arms, and the next day, the palace people found the deposed prince dead in the cold palace, holding a strand of black hair in his hand.
The moonlight in the cold palace reveals not reunion, but farewell.
