"The world only knows that the first love of youth is unforgettable. I also say that the vanity of youth has set me up for the rest of my life."
Before the family was in trouble, Jiang Qingqian had met the prince a few times at palace banquets. There was no drama of love at first sight, neither of them.
Until she was qualified to participate in the general election and become the empress of the house, she entered the palace and became a maid, and was assigned to Empress Zhaoyi as a rough messenger.
That day, the Holy Spirit came to Chui Xing Palace to visit Chu Zhaoyi. It was Jiang Qingqian's turn to enter the palace to serve tea.
Under the dim light, the woman's beauty cannot be concealed, and her simple palace attire looks like a dusty pearl.
Chu Zhaoyi was already a little dissatisfied and was patiently trying not to get angry. Unexpectedly, the Holy Master raised his head and saw Jiang Qingqian, thoughtful.
"This palace maid looks familiar"
As soon as the Holy Spirit left, Jiang Qingqian knelt on the broken tea cup for two hours.
The blood on his knees seemed to be flowing endlessly. Jiang Qingqian smiled softly and silently counted the days.
Empress Zhaoyi, your good days are coming to an end.
[Male not female c, he ending]
[Mainly plot, partial to group portraits]
[Imaginary history, do not examine it]
Purpose: Know the world without being worldly, and don't let ambition overwhelm the original intention