In the seventh year of Jingxuan's reign, the city gate was lost and blood was everywhere. The young emperor, who had been diligent all his life, defended the country gate.
The rebel general demanded that he hand over the treasure without taking his life.
The young emperor did not hand over the treasure.
Everyone in the world scolded him for being stupid and stubborn, but he actually lost his life for a foreign object.
Only Xu Jinshu knew that the rebels wanted her from the emperor.
She still remembered the bright red candles on the wedding night, and his promise not to choose a concubine or marry a foreign minister.
She had been queen for seven years, and she was the only one in the harem.
She died for him and never thought of coming back to life.
This year, he had not yet ascended the throne, he was still the most dandy young prince in Shengjing, and he was preparing to propose marriage to her.
He broke into the boudoir and bullied her into a corner. He raised his eyes slightly and said evil spirit: "It's only three things. If you refuse me again, I will..."
She threw herself into his arms, stood on tiptoes and pressed a kiss on his clear jade face: "I'll marry you."
Intention: Believe in fate but don't accept it
