When the long candle burned out, I realized that the years had already passed by. After saying goodbye, I didn't know how many years it had been.
Shen Qingci was originally the legitimate daughter of a general, with a youthful spirit and a proud attitude. She met Prince Xiao Jue for the first time during the Lantern Festival. The lanterns reflected the faint smile in his eyes, and she fell in love with him at first sight. At that time, he was not the crown prince, so he had no power and was struggling. It was she who devoted all the efforts of the Shen family to help him gain a foothold in the turbulent court.
She thought that the day when the golden crown was added to her body was when Shili Hongzhuang came to marry her.
But the imperial power is the coldest. When Xiao Jue ascended the throne, an edict was issued, and the Shen family was charged with serious crimes of treason and the entire family was imprisoned. All the old oaths of love turned into sharp knives, stabbing straight into her heart. In the main hall, he was sitting on a dragon chair with an indifferent expression. He said that his crime was unforgivable, which ended the life of the Shen family.
Shen Qingci jumped from the city tower, and everyone said that the general's daughter-in-law died, and no bones were left. Only Xiao Jue stayed alone in the palace for a long night, lighting white candles one after another, year after year, waiting for someone who would never come back.
He sat on the throne that thousands of people looked up to, and gained the long-awaited kingdom, but he lost forever the girl who fought for him through all obstacles. Others only saw the emperor's ruthlessness, but they didn't know that behind the shocking conspiracy, there was his involuntary forbearance and calculation, and there was a preservation plan that he couldn't express openly.
The candlelight flickers and the night is long. The candles in the temple burned out again and again, year after year. He sat alone in the empty hall, stroking the half piece of jade she left behind with his fingertips, looking out at the west wind every year.
I don't know the year when the candle is gone, and I miss my whole life with just one thought.
All the kingdoms and mountains are in his pocket, but there is no one in the world who can call him "Jue". As the years passed, the candlelight was about to go out. He guarded this empty imperial power, day after day, counting the long and lonely years in the midst of endless regret.
Concept: ancient costume romance
