In the snowy Imperial Garden, the eldest princess He Qingzhou cut my sincerity to pieces with her own hands and allowed me to be trampled into the mud by the scheming man and the vicious sister-in-law.
She looked at me condescendingly: "We are both women, but you make me feel disgusted."
Thirty pieces, a glass of poisonous wine, and I died completely on that winter night with blood all over my body.
Later, the rebellious officials were executed and their injustice was avenged.
That powerful, cold and ruthless eldest princess was digging in the mud at the mass grave like crazy with her bare hands, her fingers dripping with blood, just to find a piece of my broken bone.
In the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, I leaned on the railing and embroidered, and my days were leisurely.
He Qingzhou knelt at my feet in a state of embarrassment, holding the patched old brocade handkerchief, and begged with red eyes: "Mingshu, this time it's me who begs you... To marry me as my wife, okay?"
[The cold and heartless princess × the humble and sober little valet]
[Ancient Dog Blood] [Death Escape] [Wife Chasing Crematorium] [Extreme Pull]
Intention: As long as you are sincere enough, new flowers can bloom in the ruins