I married my father's political enemy.
In fact, this is nothing to make a fuss about. After all, for the emperor, this can better contain the two families.
But unfortunately, I fell in love with him.
But he doesn't seem to love me.
So I died on the third day of the first lunar month in the thirty-eighth year of Qingtong, in the winter I loved most, in the Mulan Villa in the Prince Regent's Palace, and in the arms of the man who was my husband.
Intention: Cherish the people around you, cherish that there is no one around you who you love and loves you, don't wait until you miss it to know the regret.