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Wen Jiaojiao has known since she was a child that her younger sister is more talented and knowledgeable than her and can write better poems. So when the crown prince was choosing a concubine, she secretly exchanged her and her sister's names, and was chosen as the crown prince's concubine in her sister's place. On the wedding day, the husband she held in her hand looked like a solitary pine in the rock, and the clouds were as beautiful as the moon. He was sitting in the Zhengdong Palace. It was the day when the empire was rising. And my sister was locked in the woodshed, listening to the noise of gongs and drums outside. The younger sister was married off to the lame fifth prince at the discretion of Wen Jiaojiao. The fifth prince was dull, silent, mediocre and incompetent, and was quickly sent to the bitter cold fiefdom. My sister should never see the prince again in this life. In the warm tent late at night, Wen Jiaojiao leaned on the prince's chest and asked him if he knew his sister. The prince's brows were lingering, he kissed the corners of her eyes and only said, "Why do you mention that unrelated person?" Until one day, her sister entered Beijing without telling her, breaking the silence. Her younger sister exposed her in public by changing her name cards and poisoning the prince. Wen Jiaojiao met the prince's dark eyes from across the steps of the Golden Palace and didn't refute a word. That night, the east palace was flooded and the fire was not extinguished. The princess who had murdered her husband was burned to the ground together with her bedroom. The prince's hair was disheveled, his face looked like Shura's, and all the masks of the Empire's Light were peeled off. He picked up the blood on his sword, found his sister, strangled her neck, and said bitterly: "You can write poems on her behalf, but you can't die on her behalf?" Intention:.