She was the last princess of the previous dynasty. On the day she was presented to the new emperor's harem, he named her "Wangyou", granted her the favor of Jiao Fang, taught her to ride a horse and plant flowers, and planted crabapples from her homeland on the city walls.
The whole world thought he loved her deeply.
She almost believed it.
Until the enemy troops came to the border, he personally pushed her onto the high platform for flag sacrifice - "I have raised you for three years, but I just have to wait for you to have the blood of the former emperor."
She died with a smile, without crying or begging for mercy, leaving only a note.
He opened it and found out: She had never believed in the tenderness of those years; every time he approached was an opportunity for her to make a move; even her death was the last move he helped her complete with his own hands.
She is dead. He won.
But the winner knelt in front of her coffin, crying like a young man who had lost everything.
Later, someone asked what the emperor regretted most in his life.
I dare not write history books. But it is said that in his later years, he often asked a question to the void——
"Wangyou, where did I lose in this round?"
No one answered.
This is a deep palace chess game of two-way deception. Two top chess players both thought they were the ones playing chess. In the end, I discovered that there was no winner in this game of chess - only two liars who lost to the sincerity.
Intention: Power and sincerity cannot have both, the winner is the loser.