In the ninth year of Jiahe, Emperor Qing passed away, leaving behind only a portrait of a lady that set the world speculating. The woman in the painting had delicate features and a gentle smile, dressed in flowing white robes that made her seem like a celestial being. No one remembered who she was, and no one remembered those heart-wrenching tales of love anymore.
As Emperor Qing lay dying, he thought back over his life. He had seized the realm, but only for that woman: the woman who had so resolutely turned away from him, the woman who had left him utterly helpless. When she was eight, she gave him half a jade pendant and promised she would marry no one but him. When he was thirteen, he found her. He thought he would never lose her again. When he was seventeen, she secretly went alone to the enemy kingdom to spy for his sake. In the end, he led his troops to conquer her country. What could a blood-soaked realm compare to one smile from you? He told her,
Come on come on! It's been a long time since I've seen a novel with this style of writing.
The ninth year of Jiahe and the tenth year of Yuanhe.
Inexplicably, I feel that Grandma Bai and Sandalwood have a CP feel.
I like the writing style very much, give it a thumbs up?