Lu Yilan wore it.
Entering into a book written by myself - the second year of material research, I woke up lying in the bushes beside the official road, with my mouth full of mud, and there were corpses scattered in the distance.
That was the wedding party for the original owner, Lu Yilan. And the original owner is dead.
Her rescuer was dressed in a flying fish suit. He stared at her for a long time and said in a trembling voice, "Yilan? Is that you?"
That was her nominal brother, Lu Yiyuan, the commander of the Jinyi Guards. The brother and sister have not seen each other for twelve years. He recognizes the handwriting but not the face.
So she entered the palace under someone else's name and became the queen of Dajing.
On the wedding night, Emperor Xiao Jingchen did not touch her. He sat opposite her, very calmly: "I need you to live. If you can survive, I will give you freedom."
"What is the scope of freedom?"
"As long as you don't rebel."
She nodded, and then—revolted.
It's not the kind of rebellion that seizes the country. He used looms to steal the guild's money, used new steel to steal the lives of the Ministry of War, and used drawings one after another to push the young emperor who was ignored by the Queen Mother step by step onto the real throne.
Queen Mother Cui wanted her dead, the rebels wanted her dead, and the border troops wanted her dead. She won't die.
She just opened the yellowed manuscript - "Jing'an Lu" - and saw her own handwriting on the first page:
"The emperor was assassinated in the palace, but the murderer has not been found."
It turns out that every word she wrote was the epitaph of this dynasty.
And what she wants to do is to rewrite the ending.
