[Cruel and unethical emperor x self-restraint and respect for others]
Joy in front of the palace·prison
Flowers in the mirror. The autumn wind caresses the temples in loneliness and sadness. The turbulent past is unbearable to remember, and the spirit is desolate.
The palace is locked up. The moon in the water. In the end, they both hate each other. Your heart is devoted to me, but I have no king.
When they were young, the lonely prince Xiao Jinheng and the lowly concubine Lu Qingyun were guarding the outside of the fortress together, and they fell in love with each other in the wind, frost, rain and snow. However, due to their respective identities and responsibilities, they had to bury this friendship deep in their hearts.
They held hands together and devoted themselves to guarding the border for decades. People in the world couldn't help but praise this Seventh Highness.
But when this praise reached the capital, it turned into evil intentions.
Later, it was Xiao Jinheng's most difficult years. His military power was taken away, he was under suspicion, and he was careful in every word and action. It was Lu Qingyun who accompanied him all the way.
So Xiao Jinheng secretly accumulated strength, relying on his numerous military exploits and the support of his generals, he launched a coup overnight, killed his father and brother, and ascended to the throne.
That night, all the palaces were darkened, fires shot into the sky, corpses were piled high, and Xiao Jinheng's throne was paved with bones and blood.
Once the golden dragon was in the sky, Xiao Jinheng thought he could finally hold his sweetheart in his arms. However, in the face of Xiao Jinheng's frequent overtures, Lu Qingyun always abided by his duties as a minister, followed the etiquette and laws, and did not overstep the mark.
Finally, Xiao Jinheng couldn't care less and killed his wife and cut off her feet just to keep him prisoner.
Xiao Jinheng's oath of alliance was still in his ears, but in the end it was crushed by his own hands, and he no longer had the original intentions.
Intention: I would rather be broken into pieces than into pieces.