The daughter of a guilty minister and a palace maid, she secretly burned even a poem she wrote, but she was favored by the king.
Zheng Yanqiu knelt in front of the emperor: "This slave is the daughter of a guilty minister. Your Majesty, please think again."
The people on the dragon chair looked at her and remained silent.
Zheng Yanqiu stopped begging and just knelt quietly on the spot, refusing to get up.
After a long time, the man slowly said: "You don't want to live?"
"I think." Zheng Yanqiu replied softly. "But I don't want to implicate Your Majesty."
The high-ranking person laughed and said, "That's my business."
Zheng Yanqiu never dared to hold the knife handed to him. She thought it was good to be a hedgehog, but...
Intention: Body in the quagmire, heart towards the blue clouds
