In the 22nd year of Yongxing, the prince of the current dynasty held a birthday banquet at his home and was assassinated by an assassin.
He was wearing a black robe with gold threads and rolling clouds as tribute from the Augu Kingdom, and he just leaned out of the back hall.
Seven or eight black-clad killers with their faces hidden outside the hall jumped in.
The crown prince and concubines were panicked.
All the eunuchs and maids were so frightened that they ran around with their heads in their hands.
The guards came one after another to escort him.
Another wave of defeats.
Under the general trend, the concubine ranked at the bottom among the concubines of the East Palace raised a knife and faced her.
She fought off the assassins one by one, but was seriously injured by the sword.
"Your Highness, Fuyan misses you."
She fell into the prince's arms, tears of grievance pouring down her face.
That robe was sewn by herself, stitch by stitch, when she was in Mobei.
"Aren't you always curious about the clothing styles of the Central Plains people?"
"I'll do it for you."
She used dong beads, gold thread, peacock feathers, all precious materials.
He is the crown prince of the Aogu Kingdom, so he should be worthy of these things.
But the clothes were ready, but there was no one who could wear them.
Concept: The love between the cold and black queen and the warm prince