"A girl like Second Miss, even the emperor, cannot let her kneel down to beg for help."
"No matter what path you choose, I believe in you."
This was the last time she spoke to him
Poisoned wine, heartbroken and died, died a miserable death, white clothes embroidered with cranes, blood soaked in the frost, buried in the wilderness, submerged in the green mountains.
Jiang Xuanyi was twenty-five years old that year.
Intention: love