Shuli always thought of the little prince who used to follow him. He went to the Lantern Festival with her to catch rabbits and steal puppets. When she fed her mother's beloved little goldfish to death, the little prince stood up resolutely and shouldered everything for her.
Later, they couldn't see each other often, but he learned to write letters to himself. At that time, the high-spirited Shuli had no interest in reading them, and they were all buried in the dusty corner.
Now, Xiao Wenye was the prince of the dynasty, with a noble status; he was also her bedside man, with a knife hidden in his smile.
She had to smile at him to please him every day, just because of this she could survive.
Intention: book, this part of a beautiful woman's sorrowful past.