He personally mistook appreciation for love and made Helian Qingwan a princess and married her to the Central Plains. Three years later, in the eyes of her sister Helian Xueluo, she saw the moonlight that could burn through the soul.
"Who are you looking at through my eyes?" She asked coldly.
"It might have been her in the past," his eyes ignited with fire, "but from now on, it's only you. Helen Shero, you are the 'now' I want to hold."
He tried his best to marry her as his queen, but fate showed its cold fangs again. The border is tense, the court is pressing, and the familiar "overall situation" once again lies ahead.
"The first time, what you gave away was appreciation. The second time, what did you want to give away?" The old minister asked Ru Tuixin.
Above the palace, her wedding dress was like blood, and she looked up at him: "If this princess crown is the destiny of my Helian daughter... Then Your Majesty, please send me away with your own hands just like you sent off your sister. This time, please look into my eyes."
At the peak of power, love and mountains and rivers are fiercely torn apart.
"I gained the world, but lost the moon twice."
This is the cruelest price of imperial love.
Intent: Power crushes sincerity. In the circle of destiny, the emperor twice cast his beloved into a political sacrifice.