In order to escape the fate of being ravaged, she chose to enter the palace, and the general was her only support.
In revenge, she lost her freedom and true love...
She plotted against her opponent, got drunk in the arms of a man she didn't love, and sought the throne for her general... She seemed to be out of control, unable to control herself, and gradually sinking...
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I stretched out my hand to touch the white hair on his temples and said in a low voice: "I had white hair a few years ago, but now there are more. Why don't you take care of yourself?"
My hand slid to his thin cheek, tears overflowing freely.
He remained motionless, only looking at me silently. There is doubt, confusion, and a hint of tenderness in the eyes...
"General, general..." I shouted sadly, as helpless as a child. General, what should I do, what should I do...