People in the capital say,
The Prince Regent excused himself, he is a madman.
He kills without blinking an eye, but his smile is as gentle as coaxing a lover.
And I am the only one who dares to scold him in front of him.
Because all my family died because of him.
Three years of exile, three years of bone-gnawing hatred.
When I return to the capital, I have only one thought.
Kill him.
So I married him.
Intention: Hatred is the knife to survive, love is too heavy to let go - what is more difficult than revenge is to still love someone after hating him.