I don't believe in a ruler's love, just as I could never share my love with a third person. But the man I fell in love with was a ruler. He said he needed marriage to secure his position, so even though he loved me, he had no choice but to marry someone else and share me with her. I loathed what he said, so I chose to leave without a moment's hesitation.
Feng Qianyang
What does love look like to you? Is it devoted to one person, or is it “as long as he loves me, I don't care about anything else”?
To Qianyang, love is only love because it belongs to two people alone. If it belongs to many, it is no longer “love,” but “debauchery.”
Feng Qianyang is cool-headed and resolute. She can forgive many things, which makes her merciful, but she will never forgive betrayal of the heart, whether in friendship or love, in thought or in deed.
She is a true phoenix. Even when her feelings are at their most intense, she can walk away completely, because she knows betrayal has already planted a seed in the heart, and one day it will take root and bloom.
She stands atop the Ninth Mountain, smiling at the world's rights and wrongs.
She is Feng Qianyang.
Is that so? The heroine is so powerful, why bother herself? Those who are willing to share are a bit silly to be honest. The author who likes the author replies: I think love and one's own principles are much more important than the latter.