The cinnabar mark between his eyebrows was the sign of Bo Xing. He walked through the flowers and brushed the fallen flowers all over the ground. I don't blame him for being the prime minister, and I don't blame me for being the young emperor. I know that he is a traitor and a sycophant, and I accept that he is the slave boy who brings disaster to the country and the people. I can drink and drink and give him a chance, and I am willing to contribute to the country bit by bit. He didn't know that the moment he thrust the sword into my chest, I still loved him. Your face is as beautiful as jade, and you are so handsome. In my life, I have only fallen in love with the wrong person. He doesn't love me, he doesn't love... Him...