The forbearing and cold-blooded princess VS the sinister and cold-hearted orphan
From the harem to the former dynasty, Mu Yunlan spent several years painstakingly exploring step by step to avenge her mother, and finally discovered that her enemy was actually a close relative by blood.
After staying awake all night, Mu Yunlan finally made up his mind. Anyone who prevents me from taking revenge will kill gods if God blocks him. Anyone who blocks Buddha will kill Buddha. Anyone who betrays his sincerity should be killed. That is parricide and regicide. So what?
At that time, the emperor was injured and fell into coma during the hunt. When Mu Yunlan walked into the emperor's bedroom with her centrifugal force, she saw only a scene of blood splattered on the bed curtains, and her lover was standing in front of the bed, holding a long sword, letting the blood drop down the cold blade. Hunting in white, letting the blood soak into the corners of his clothes, he just stood upright as usual, and the blood had already stained his eyes.
"Why you?"
"I'm just handling something difficult for you."
"There must be other reasons."
"Nothing else."
"I don't believe it."
"As you wish."
In the third year of the eldest princess's regency, Wusun invaded and the border officials unexpectedly rebelled. When the troops came to the city, the general asked for money and food, and sent the eldest princess Mu Yunshu and his relatives to the Wusun King. The new emperor fell ill, so Liu Mjue, the courtiers and even many people asked for orders, so he sent Mu Yunlan and his relatives to the Wusun king.
When he returned three years later, it was already a new dynasty replacing the old dynasty.
Mu Yunlan looked at the new emperor coldly. "So this is your reason."
Once imprisoned, he had no shortage of food and clothing, but suffered humiliation every night, his flesh and blood were separated, and his lone eagle had its wings broken. This hatred lasted forever.
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It's that kind of emotion that escapes from side to side, densely packed
The world is cold and cold. Once you become a king, you will live up to your fate.
Intention: Love is a word, there is no right or wrong, it is both torture and love