That year, she was the princess in the palm of her hand; he was the prince that no one cared about. Later, the mother-in-law was framed and her identity was revealed. She fled everywhere and became homeless. The mother-in-law stayed on her own terms, while her son enjoyed the glory of her mother.
That year, she was a new beauty who disguised herself as a man in order to find her younger brother; he was a prince who was in a whirlpool of power and had every possible plot.
After that banquet, she was an intruder into the forbidden area with ulterior motives; he was a refugee in the forbidden area who was framed. That night, he took everything; she put the fish on the anvil. It was his blessing and her curse.
Later, she was released and he fell out of favor. She spent five years smoothing the wounds and tried her best to forget; for five years, he never forgot and worked hard to pursue.
I thought this was the end. One of them will always be indifferent, and the other will never get what he wants.
With an edict and eight hundred miles of urgent work, she was ordered to return to the capital. Is it her fault or her blessing?
Love and hate have no boundaries, it's just that we choose our own mentality to prove that we have been together. Life is about losing something and gaining something in the east.