On the day of the marriage in Nanjiang, my father said: "Ci Ci, for the sake of Nanjiang, you have to be good."
So I was very good.
He was so good that he was demoted to the lowest rank by the new emperor in public. He was so good that his knees were broken at the feet of the imperial concubine. He was so good that he swallowed the sarcasm in the palace with a smile.
But every night, there is always a shadow approaching from the darkness.
He had the same face as the emperor, but his voice was like a knife covered in honey: "Sister, did he hurt you? I'll cut off the hand he touched you for you."
Later I found out - there was a madman sitting on the dragon throne in Beichen.
There is someone even crazier hiding under the dragon chair.
I escaped three times.
The first time someone's leg was broken, the second time the personal maid died, and the third time - my brother was tied at the palace gate, their knives were held at his neck.
From that day on I will not run away.
I started to lower my head, bend down, and close all the corners.
They say that I am a caged bird that cannot fly out of the nine-layered palace wall.
But they don't know—I already have the key to the cage in my palm.
The two beasts in the cage will eventually breathe according to my rhythm.
