They met when they were young, and fell in love at first sight.
Their wedding shook the world.
After they married, they lived in perfect harmony, and their deep devotion was celebrated throughout the land.
He became the emperor, and she became his empress.
Now he has slaughtered her clansmen to avenge his mother, and stripped her of her title as empress.
She hanged herself in the Golden Throne Hall.
He is consumed with remorse.
If only life could be as it was at their first meeting. Why should the autumn wind grieve the painted fan? One can easily recognize an old love's heart, only to find that old hearts change easily. After half a night of whispered vows at Mount Li, the bells in the rain will never again inspire resentment. How can a fickle, silk-robed man compare with the vow to fly wing to wing and grow branch to branch?
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Understand your own people in seconds hahahahahaha
Really. . . Not easy
I read the author's "It's Hard to Fly" and thought it was good, so I wanted to search for your other articles. Isn't this too different? Such a stupid emperor and dialogue, absolutely amazing!
So cruel (⊙o⊙)
I feel that the male protagonist has not been tortured enough and is not satisfied.