"Everything is like a stupid dog, and you and I are just two chess pieces on the board of heaven and earth."
The glass was shattered, traces of blood were twisting, and the candlelight in the Palace of Western Shu was trailing down, like eyes peering into the darkness.
The young princess climbed out of the dark room, blood smeared on her skirt like a blooming flower.
She looked at her close relatives in a pool of blood and the ruined palace, and hatred was poured into her second heart again, so revenge became her only purpose for living.
The henchmen hiding in the Song Dynasty came and found the princess huddled in the corner.
She didn't even cry, she just watched quietly as the former Xi Shu fell into war and displacement.
"From today on, you have only one identity, Shen Yujuan, the daughter of Shen Jue, the Prime Minister of the Song Dynasty."
She plotted every step of the way, just to wait for the Emperor of the Song Dynasty to betray her relatives and leave her relatives, to see her heirs kill each other, to see her ministers plotting rebellion, and to see her die alone in this cold palace.
Every move was planned by her, but Yan Shuheng alone became the biggest regret in her chess game.
The young man's brows were clear and clear, and he could pour out a sea of eloquent words, but they were not even a ten thousandth as bright as his eyes.
But what she thought was an obedient tame dog turned out to be a biting wolf.
On the day of the mutiny, a sudden rain wet his long hair, and he stood there all alone, like a wet puppy.
"Our wedding will be in three days, Shen Yujuan, I only ask you for three days."
The abyss of emotion surging in his eyes was so painful that it seemed to burn her. Shen Yujuan was silent for a moment, and finally looked away: "I owe you the throne of the Song Dynasty."
The horse's hooves became more and more urgent, and the ruined palace, together with the young man's love and hate, were finally lost in the endless rain.
Later, news came that Chen Yanci, the side monarch, had ascended the throne, and his son Yan Shuheng died of illness in Kyoto.
Shen Yujun went crazy and ordered people to find out the truth, and finally got it without exception: the sixth prince Yan Shuheng was dead and his coffin was buried in the imperial mausoleum.
Later, the empress of Xishu paid a private visit incognito and went to the countryside to observe the people's sentiments.
Passing by a mountain residence, the owner was dressed in plain clothes and holding a bunch of millet grains in his arms. He turned his head when he heard the movement. Where their eyes met, the grudges, hatreds, and past events turned into nothingness.
In the mountains, I occasionally meet old friends, my eyebrows are stained with sadness, and my heart is broken.
She knew that she owed Yan Shuheng so much that it would take her whole life to repay it.
The subjugated princess x the broken prince double c
The male protagonist pretends to be a little white flower in the early stage, and turns into a sinister little wolf in the later stage.
In the early stage, the heroine only wanted to revitalize Xishu, and in the later stage, she chased her husband's crematorium.
According to historical fiction, the dynasty provided equal rights for men and women, and both men could serve as officials.
Intention: All things are like rotten dogs. I would rather be your chess piece.
