Ming He lost her husband at the age of 20, and failed in the struggle for power in the same year.
It was night, the palace was decorated with lanterns, and the winner was surrounded by people. He looked down at her with cold eyes.
Ming He closed his eyes and waited for death. Suddenly, there was a whisper urging him beside him. The voice was not loud, but the content was like thunder.
The whole hall was silent, just waiting for the crown prince to kill her with his own hands.
However, the young man was silent, without any anger in his body, and his eyes were fixed on Ming He, as if waiting for
Everyone looked at the former princess. At this moment, survival and death all depended on her.
Intention: Don't bow down easily in the face of difficulties