First person short story/emotional flow
The notorious Jinyiwei commander Song Xichen died.
It is said that after falling from a high cliff, his body was left intact.
In the past few days, rumors were circulating that I picked up a man covered in bruises on the road carrying a basket and selling embroidery work.
Out of lust.
The man was born extremely beautiful. His name was A Chen, and he was a traveling escort.
In return for my kindness, he made me a wish.
So I looked at his elusive face and said, "I want you."
Ah Chen ran away, probably because he was scared away by me.
In an accident, I was involved in a murder case and became the white duck who took the blame for a wealthy family.
So I was imprisoned in Zhenfusi Prison.
But who can tell me why the ferocious and murderous commander of the Imperial Guard looks so similar to Ah Chen?
Intention: Whatever you think is my wish
