The year Jiang Zhao was sent to the palace, it snowed heavily.
Everyone said that she was very lucky: she looked like the late queen, her name was like the late queen, and she was even born on the same month and day as the white moonlight.
Only she knows that this "blessing" is fatal——
The emperor dreamed back at midnight, pinched her chin, and always called another person's name.
She hides a knife in her smile, and with a similar face, she can read minds step by step:
"Your Majesty, do you love me or her?"
Later, she burned Bai Yueguang's portrait and stood in the middle of the fire, her red lips stained with ashes: "I'm sorry, I didn't even leave ashes for her."
The aloof emperor finally knelt down by her skirt, his eyes red: "A Zhao, look back at me."
She lowered her head and touched the corners of his bleeding eyes with her fingertips: "I turned back, but you weren't here."
Concept: When name, appearance and even destiny are used as substitutes, she uses ashes as a lamp to illuminate her original name - 'I'