Qingwujing Sick Hairpin

I am the eldest daughter of the world-famous King Nanyang, the jewel in the palm of the Nanyang Palace, and the consecrated Princess Chengjing by the current Holy Emperor. I have never suffered anything or been angered by anyone since I was born. During the first sixteen years of my life, I was blessed with all kinds of grace and lived a free and unrestrained life, free and easy in the world. When I was sixteen years old, I first met you in midsummer, when the lotus flowers in the backyard of Nanyang Prince's Mansion were in full bloom. You recognize me, but I have long forgotten you in the freezing weather when I was young, and in the street market during the Lantern Festival when I was young. In the following years, you were always wandering around me. I learned your identity. You are not the patrolling prince Qingyou. You are the eleventh prince today and the one who will inherit the throne in the future. On the bank of Liu'an on your birthday when you were eighteen, you said that you were deeply in love with me and that you were willing to abandon your country just for me. Little did I know that at that time I was already deeply in love. You promised to live up to me, but when I was nineteen years old, you went on an expedition to the battlefield, and I waited and waited on the tower, hoping and hoping, and what I expected to come back was the news that my family had been destroyed. The day before my twentieth birthday, I saw my loved ones die tragically and their flesh and blood were separated. Only then did I realize that it was all a trap set by you back then. I was just a disposable pawn in your trap. I lived among the people and sold my singing skills at Zuihuanlou, where we used to travel together. I wanted to survive anonymously, but your people appeared again and cut off my way of survival. I had no choice but to disguise myself as a man and join the army, step by step from the humblest soldier to a counselor. I was tortured to death in the hands of the enemy. All I could think about was you, not thinking about you, but thinking that I couldn't die because the blood feud in the entire Nanyang Palace was still waiting for me to avenge. When I married Cheng Yi, he supported me and saved me from danger, unlike you, who put me in water and fire. Four years later, I am twenty-four years old. You are sitting here and you recognize me at a glance. Later, you sentenced Cheng Yi to death and ransacked the entire Cheng family house just like you did four years ago. You gave me to Ji Qingzhuo as your adopted sister, and you chose a day to welcome me into the palace. You knew that he was deeply attached to me, and you did this to drive him crazy. How many years have passed, but it seems like yesterday, I was dressed in palace clothes and shackles, just for you. Re-open this pit, don't give up, enter with confidence, there are a large number of saved manuscripts, updated daily. A small advertisement: Please pay more attention to the author's other trumpet "Unrequited Love" and "Ten Thousand Birds"