He once said that the sweetness in her eyes was like freshly brewed lychee honey.
The Prince of the East Palace was favored by thousands of people, but she was so stupid that she only thought about the piece of cheese in the glass cup.
It wasn't until three years after he ascended the throne that he personally selected arsenic-filled pastries for their child's first-year banquet...
When the honey was gone, she hugged the little swaddling clothes that were gradually getting colder, raised her head and asked him: "Your Majesty, is the honey this time... Sweet enough?"
From then on, the palace withered away, and the girl who could be coaxed with a box of snacks died. The surviving queen only had an ice pick-like clarity in her eyes, and a silent hatred.
Intention: Gongdou