One snowy and rainy night when I was kidnapped, I saw He Zhixian, who was full of rage. He was no longer the gentle-spoken Crown Prince.
What made him become like this was the impetus of the master of planning, the young prime minister's meticulous sword-raising conspiracy to seize the throne, and the final finishing touches of me, a senior Yin official.
I called him His Highness the Crown Prince beforehand, but I only deserved to call him Yuanzhong Zhanhua afterwards - because His Highness the Crown Prince was already dead.
I swear, I did not let His Highness die on purpose.
I did it on purpose.
Intention: There is nothing wrong with true love, but no one can do whatever they want under the pretense of a word of love.
