The person sitting high on the imperial throne stared blankly at the half-wishful knot in his hand, hesitating whether to put it down or pick it up.
[Maybe I can only bury you in my heart for the rest of my life]
The emperor's majestic and indifferent expression buried his feelings deepest.
Place the wishful knot in the brocade box, close the lid and lock it.
From then on, there was no longer Mo Lishuang, only Emperor Zongzheng Yinshuang...