On the night when the capital fell, Yan Muhua met Wei Heng again.
The two had been apart for seven years, and he had gone from being her childhood sweetheart to a rebel leader who overthrew the dynasty.
She lowered her head and looked at the white silk and poisonous wine on the plate in front of her.
The man looked at her with a smile: Princess, please choose one and go on the road.
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