When Jiang Xiyue served the cup of Jue Si tea, she thought she was an avenger.
Nangong Jue drank. He put the empty cup back on the tea tray, his fingertips resting on the edge of the cup for a moment, as if he couldn't bear to let go.
The copper buckle in the secret cell, the cloak of Agarwood, the note "Light on" - it took two years for her to realize that he had been the one holding the chess game from beginning to end.
She hated him to the core. He spent the rest of his life for her.
The lights are still on and the road is still open. She wanted to live and see clearly everything he had done for her.
In one sentence: The orphaned girl takes revenge on the emperor. Jue Sicha is the knife, and the rest of my life is the road.
Intention: Use Jue Si Tea as the blade and the rest of your life as the road. The orphaned girl sought revenge from the emperor, but in the dark night of the palace, she saw clearly that he had already laid out all the dead ends for her. Hate to the extreme is perfection, love to the depth is letting go.