With the victory of the last stand of Nanchang King Xiao Yi, the Southern Territory completely ended the division that lasted for more than a hundred years and was collectively called the Southern Kingdom.
As life gradually calmed down, the sounds of silk and bamboo that had not been heard during the war began to be heard in people's lives. The literati and poets even played the piano and drank tea every day to cultivate their sentiments. The famous songs of the Beiyu Kingdom before the war even fetched a sky-high price of thousands of taels of gold.
Jiujiu is a very lucky musician. She is gifted in music theory and was born in this peaceful era. Her first performance caused a sensation in the entire Nanchang City. Since then, both high-ranking officials and nobles as well as young talents have become her followers. Money flows into her feet like water. This is probably the most beautiful scene for a musician.
But she didn't expect that the man who dominated the southern territory and almost became the supreme leader would be curious about her pipa and fall into her trap.
She worked step by step and finally entered Xiao Yi's life as she wished. They became husband and wife and became a couple of gods and goddesses that everyone in the world envied. Xiao Yi was as obsessed with her as if he had taken ecstasy, and even overturned his status as a music lover when he smiled for her.
However, in the fourth year after their marriage, the loving couple suddenly turned against each other. The regent killed half of the people in one night. The next day, the regent princess jumped from the city wall dressed in white. This has since become a taboo in the southern country.
"Let me change your name."
"Why?"
Xiao Yi stared at Jiujiu with abyss-like eyes, as if he was thinking about something.
"It's not Tang, it's someone else."
Jiujiu was stunned for a moment. She was silent for a long time and slowly turned her head to look into the distance of the mountains and said firmly:
"If I don't change, I will forget. Forgetting is betrayal."
After all, I was a little impulsive at that time and entered his chessboard, but I didn't know how to play every step.
BE! BE! BE! ! !
The story of the failed revenge of the subjugated princess. If you feel like you have been stabbed, please go to the corner to digest it, or go directly to the upper left corner.
Intention: Equality, self-love