Everything in Chang'an City is as before, but are the people still the same as before?
Can we ever go back to the way we were in the beginning?
The Holy One is young and weak, like a puppet, and the Holy One's sister is the regent.
A sword was placed on Mu Li's neck and he said, "Mu Li, do you think I want to fight every step of the way with my hands full of blood? It's ridiculous for a young emperor to ascend the throne. The throne that should belong to my brother is handed over to others. Their mother and son killed my brother and my mother. In the end, they want to live a life of glory and wealth?" The princess's face no longer looked like the majesty of the court, and tears kept falling.
Mu Li was still as gentle as before. He raised his hand and touched Chang An's beautiful and charming face as usual and said, "Your Highness, the Holy Lord is innocent. I was entrusted by the late emperor to be the Holy Master, so I must nurture the Holy Lord well. The princess is tired today." Just rest, don't mention this kind of thing again in the future." After saying this, the candlelight shone on Mu Li's face, which looked like a banished immortal. He looked at Chang'an and said word by word, "Does this make you happy, princess?" Then he stood up, flicked his sleeves, and left.
Chang'an was stunned, and then she laughed again. The light hit her face, and she was leaning on the bench alone. Under the firelight, her face was as crystal clear as jade, like a crescent moon, like flowers and trees piled with snow.
"Then am I really wrong?"
Purpose: Novel