The year Shen Qinglan married Xiao Jue, the plum blossoms in Fengyi Palace were in bloom in midsummer.
The emperor and the empress have been together for seven years. She is his support and he is her destination. Until the imperial physician Wei Zizhou knelt in front of the palace and said those words, the disease of blood dryness only lasted for half a year.
She didn't cry. She did four things: push him away, recommend Lin Wanqing, pave the way for his court, and lock herself in Fengyi Palace to wait for death.
Xiao Jue noticed it on the first day. The nails dug into her palms when she spoke sarcastically, the tears in her eyes when she avoided his gaze, and the layer of bitterness at the bottom of the medicine bowl that could not be washed away. He's seen it all. He didn't expose it.
So the emperor and empress acted out the drama of not loving her in front of others. She pushed him to others, and he cooperated and walked towards others. After being married, he sat outside the window of Fengyi Palace every night, listening to her cough. She was inside the window, he was outside the window, separated by a wall, their two hearts were closer than ever.
Intention: The deepest love is not about life and death, but knowing that you are leaving, I will walk for you the road that you have not yet walked; knowing that you are acting, I will spend my whole life to cooperate with you to finish it.
