Shen Qingyan's eyes were slightly red: "Your Majesty, I will come back. The me and us back then had no right to choose." The afterglow on the horizon had dissipated, and the evening wind blew in, and the pain of separation in the past was hidden in these few words. Shen Yu looked at her, his heart tightening. She had been living in the south of the Yangtze River for several years, and the fear of losing her loved ones was still engraved in her heart. What my sister said is actually right. He and my sister have never been able to help themselves.
Shen Yu was not the emperor at that time. In fact, no one would have thought that he would ascend to the throne. The late emperor already had a prince and many other princes and princesses, and Shen Qingyan's mother, Concubine Yan Wan, was the daughter of the late emperor's sinner; and Shen Yu's biological mother, Concubine Shu, passed away early. Shen Yu was entrusted to the late emperor's concubine to raise her since she was a child. Concubine De already had a son, the fifth prince of the late emperor. Concubine De had always treated him coldly, and the fifth prince often bullied, beat and scolded him.
Intention: Born in a cold palace, life is like duckweed. Everyone in the world said that girls from the royal family should be trapped in the palace and married as chess pieces. Shen Qingyan traveled through exile, meeting confidants, idiots, and old friends, but he still refused to hand over his fate to others. Love is just the scenery on the way, not the destination in life. She broke free from the shackles of the palace, proving that women can also control mountains and rivers, and rise and fall under their own control.
