After She Had Me Executed, the Grand Princess Went Mad

In the snow-covered imperial garden, Princess He Qingzhou tore my heart to shreds with her own hands, letting a calculating man and my wicked elder half-sister trample me into the dirt.

She looked down at me from on high. "You are a woman, just like me. You disgust me."

Thirty strokes of the rod and a cup of poisoned wine. Covered in blood, I died for good on that winter night.

Later, the treacherous ministers were brought to justice, and my name was cleared.

The high-and-mighty, cold-hearted princess who wielded power over the court went mad at the mass grave, clawing through the mud with her bare hands, her fingers bloodied, just to find a fragment of my bone.

Amid the mists and rain of Jiangnan, I embroider by the railing, enjoying a quiet life.

He Qingzhou, looking utterly wretched, kneels at my feet. She holds out the old brocade handkerchief, carefully mended, and pleads with red-rimmed eyes, "Mingshu, this time let me be the one to beg you... Will you marry me and become my wife?"

[Cold and ruthless princess × humble, clear-eyed personal attendant]

[Classic melodrama] [Faked death] [The regretful pursuit] [Intense push and pull]

Theme: With enough sincerity, even flowers can bloom amid the ruins.