I am the Queen Mother, and my current situation, in your words, is that my husband is dead, and my husband's child is dead. I only have an emperor's son. The child is still young, and the country is under my control. I am only 21 years old. In your era, it was still prosperous, and the male favorites changed one after another. How could I be a widow?
I stood on the city wall, surrounded by smoke and chaos below. I saw at a glance the man who had been hit by a sword, his mouth full of blood, his clear eyes smiling, and he had been hit by several more swords. (The maid) said that my prince is standing alone in the palace for the first time, how majestic he is...
Things have calmed down a bit, and the cancer has subsided. My prince has reached the age of 17 and is now on his own. The palace is full of singing and dancing. Twelve years ago, I, Fang Doujiao, was summoned into the palace by the Queen Mother. A person walked through the whispering corridor opposite. His footsteps were hurried, his clothes were like lake water, and he passed by...
The candle shadow swayed, and I was dressed in wedding clothes, sitting on the bedside, looking at him without blinking...
He looked at me steadily and took a step forward: "You hate me?"
I chuckled, still expressionless: "How dare I, my concubine? I just hope that when the emperor hears this song, he will think of my sister, so that he can also take pity on me."
His eyes gradually became colder, and when he turned around, he walked hurriedly, and the shadow of the light reflected on my wrinkled sleeves, like lake water.
Intention: Love only one person