Daliang was defeated, and the princess married Beidi.
The person carrying the sedan chair was Jiang Wan, the concubine from the cold palace.
On the night she entered the palace, the regent Xiao Che used the tip of a knife to open her hijab:
"Substitute marriage? Emperor Liang is so brave."
Jiang Wan huddled on the edge of the couch and shivered, the dagger in her sleeve pressed against her palm.
She thought she wouldn't survive the night.
But Xiao Che just looked at her for a long time, put away the knife and left.
Three months later, she stood beside him wearing a phoenix robe.
Xiao Che lowered his head to adjust the hem of her skirt, and only two people heard his voice:
"Queen, who should we send off?"
Jiang Wan lowered her eyes: "Daliang."
He laughed and held her fingertips:
"As commanded."
——That night he took off more than just the hijab.
It's the blade I've been hiding for sixteen years.
Intention: Putting down weapons requires more strength than picking up weapons
