Look at the layers of blue and purple in the paint color, with different shades and rich blends, which makes it even more low-key and magnificent.
It was the same night many years ago. The hurried servants handed a newly born baby into his hands outside the door.
The baby girl exuded a faint smell of blood. She did not cry or fuss, but was quietly wrapped in swaddling clothes.
Through the curtain, Haoye saw her mother. His sixteen-year-old wife was lying lifelessly on the bed. Large areas of crimson spread from under her body, dyeing half of the sheets red. The cool smell of blood filled the entire room.
The palace was noisy and bustling, but he and them, his wife and daughter, were silent and still. He looked at all this blankly, feeling suddenly at a loss.
He can choose any woman in the world, the most beautiful, the proudest, the smartest, and the most virtuous.
Only she can't, because he is her father.