Winter, the sixteenth year of Chongming.
The white snow reflects the red tassels, and the battlefield is filled with swords and swords. The female general on horseback was brave and good at fighting, but in the end she was defeated by the cavalry.
The young soldiers of the enemy country snatched her back, turned her into a king, and made her their queen. However, she could not and did not want to suffer from the sorrow of her family and the hatred of her country, the battlefield filled with bones, and the pain of the imperial city stained with blood. A foot of white silk, a letter from home, the end of seventeen short years.
The eldest princess, Suqing, passed away.
I thought this was my life, but it turned into a lonely soul and could not enter the reincarnation. Trapped in the capital, in the palace of the great emperor, she watched the young man enter the Golden Palace, and watched him go crazy for herself, a former princess. She understood that he was once a prince but was treated as a pawn in the power arena, which was hateful. But she didn't know why he killed the former emperor, slaughtered the important ministers, and stained the river with blood?
In the chaos, she could only hear him saying: "Susu, a princess of a country, how can you end up on the battlefield? Do you know what is behind you? Susu, how can you bear it, Susu..."
He is in a high position, dressed in bright yellow robes, above thousands of people, at the pinnacle of power. This is his world, but as beautiful as he is, there is as much darkness behind him. The hands covered with blood were no longer worthy of staining her clothes.
"Susu, next year I will give you a life of peace and worry-free life. All you have to do is be the beautiful little princess in Kyoto, okay?"
"Gu Ning, if someone comes to invade us, this is a peaceful and prosperous time, so don't worry. I just want you to be safe every year and see each other again every year. What do you want?"
In the next life, I will not be a general and you will not be a king. Even if the flowers fall and bloom, the country will not change and the blue hair will turn white.
Purpose: redemption