At the age of seventeen, she returned to Beijing with her father. She dressed up as a man and ran into an old friend in the busiest wine shop in the capital.
It wasn't until the night of the palace coup, when he wore a python robe to protect her, that she took out the ring with a smile: "Your Highness, I am here to fulfill your wish."
At that moment, she thought she was the luckiest woman in the world.
However, under the imperial power, love is just a sacrifice of power.
During the battle in southern Xinjiang, her father died in the battle and her whole family was sentenced to exile. The day she was escorted out of Beijing was the auspicious day for him to marry the prime minister's daughter.
The city was filled with red makeup and overwhelming joy, covering up the wind, snow and cries on the exile road.
Many years later, she returned to the Zhou Dynasty as an envoy.
In the Jinluan Palace, she was dressed in an exotic red dress, stunning everyone.
The tea cup in the hands of the new crown prince suddenly fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.
"Miss Su, have we met somewhere?" His eyes were scarlet and his voice was trembling.
She bowed gently, her smile not reaching her eyes: "His Royal Highness, the prince, was just joking. My daughter is from Northern Yan, and I have never met His Highness."
This is a revenge that is three years overdue.
"Prince, this world belongs to you."
"What about... Me?"
Intent: In the face of absolute power, love is a luxury product and a sacrifice; only sincerity is the only variable in the machinations.