On the wedding night, the husband and his concubine drugged the Henan wine and planned to carry her into the Regent's Palace, trap the Regent and destroy both of them in one fell swoop.
She didn't wait to die. She took off her wedding clothes and knocked on the red door of the Regent's Palace late at night.
"Your Majesty, I know where the thing Xiao Gancheng is looking for is."
Xiao Yue's cold eyes glanced at the half jade pendant around her neck, his knuckles turning white: "Why should I trust you?"
"The square inkstone on your desk is a relic from the previous dynasty."
She had only read the ancient book once - the book and the jade pendant were collected from her mother's antique shop in the same batch, and the title page had the jade pendant rubbings on it. She thought she had a glimpse of everyone's fate, including the tragic death of the Prince Regent.
But the further you go, the worse it gets. The ending on the page is fading away little by little.
The old case from fifteen years ago has been sealed up layer by layer, the life experience of the biological mother is shrouded in mystery, and the history books are hidden and tampered with everywhere.
On a certain page, a line of words she had never seen before appeared out of thin air:
"He never deserved to die."
She thought she had stumbled into a book.
It was only later that she realized that what she had stepped into was a past buried in lies.
