The tears dripping from the red candle made the wedding dress with golden silk embroidery and phoenix look like blood. Prince Xiao Yuku sat on the edge of the bed all night, holding a secret decree with his knuckles turning white, his eyes as deep as a pool of death.
"If you don't want to lift your hijab, why bother leaving me here?" Shen Qingwu chuckled, his voice as cold as broken jade falling on an ice plate.
He finally spoke: "I will ascend the throne in three days, and I will give you an explanation then."
After years of forbearance, all he got was a perfunctory sentence. She shouldn't miss this deep palace, but tonight, her personal maid was kneeling outside the palace, with a face full of panic: "Mother, it's not good, the emperor... Passed away!"
Intention: Everything depends on human effort
