She always thought that she was ruthless, but she didn't know that she couldn't help but think back to those years in the palace. After all, in ten years, her original intention, no matter how hypocritical, had been smoothed out. Now that she left, the time when the horse was throwing tea came to her mind more clearly.
Similarly, the experiences of those kings who were angry, leaving countless corpses and bleeding for thousands of miles, are also clearly etched in the memories, and peace can no longer be whitewashed. She thought again of the glass hairpin that she had smashed, and the sharp shards penetrated into her palm, causing pain to her bones.
She thought that no matter how deep the pain in her body was, it would never be able to overcome the pain in her heart. It was a dull pain that could resonate. Every time she thought of it, she would tremble.
She thought, this was better than losing her life in that deep palace gate. Even though there is no future in sight now, back then, deep in the harem, even if there was no future, I still made it through.
Even if you step on thorns, you will feel like walking on thin ice.
After all, if you lose your future, you must bear the price of such a choice.
Only occasionally do I still think of those days of uninhibited laughter, accompanied by the pure fragrance of wood, that flowed slowly by.
She was brave at that time, so she got her wish and married a good son.