In early summer, he was sixteen and she was fourteen. When he was an upright and unruly young man, he was the seventh prince of the dynasty and was deeply favored. She is just a farm girl, but she is a lovely child. He led the troops to fight, and on the way he met her picking lotus seeds by the lotus pond, her green hair like a waterfall. Falling in love at first sight, he rode his war horse and stretched out his blood-stained hand, "Follow me." She stared at him for a long time. He smiled softly and stretched out his white little hand. His hand was big and very reassuring. She stayed in the army for three full years. Returning in triumph, it was still early summer that year. She is eighteen and he is nineteen. He made great achievements in battle and was named a prince. He promised her a prosperous life. Regardless of the obstruction from the court, the red makeup for ten miles is scorching. But on their wedding night, she wrote a divorce letter and told him that she had already fallen in love with someone else. He sneered, still getting married, the bride is not her. Little did they know that many years later, in a small mountain village, her green hair had turned white and she was still picking lotus seeds by the lotus pond, her face covered with dust and her temples as frosty as frost. She would always remember the Queen's words. If you don't want to destroy him, then go, as far away as possible. Now that I'm gone, are you okay?