On the wedding night, the first thing my husband, Prince An, the emperor's younger brother, said after lifting his hijab was: "There's something wrong with the way the emperor looks at you."
The red candle burned high, and his cold fingertips touched my cheek: "The phoenix-blood jade hairpin he gave you today is a legacy of Empress Xiaoduan."
I shuddered.
Empress Xiaoduan is the Bai Yueguang who died young and the cinnabar mole that Prince An once asked for but could not get.
Now, with an appearance that is 70% similar to hers, I have become the most eye-catching piece in this deadly game.
Prince An laughed in a low voice and breathed in my ear: "Don't be afraid, he can't get you."
"Because from tonight, I will let the whole world know that Prince An and his wife are deeply in love."
Before he finished speaking, the prisoner's sharp voice suddenly came from outside the window——
"Your Majesty is here!"
Emperor Xiao Che's footsteps stopped in the center of the new room, only a few steps away from the Babu bed. He looked at Song Xianzhi, a faint and elusive smile slowly appeared on his lips, and he spoke. His voice was not high, but it echoed clearly in the suddenly silent palace:
"I came by chance and disturbed my seventh brother's good night?"
Purpose: Drawing on the past as a metaphor for the present, it is a metaphor for the plight of individuals in any era when faced with huge systems, traditional shackles or emotional kidnappings, and how human nature can carve out a glimmer of light with wisdom, courage and even sacrifice.