Xie Chaochao died in the seventh year of Jingming.
That year, the emperor, who had been a puppet for many years, regained control of the country.
The Xie family, which had suppressed imperial power for hundreds of years, was completely wiped out.
The whole world is celebrating, and all the ministers are cheering.
In the Yaohua Hall, a solitary lamp is like a bean, while outside the sky is filled with snow, covering the golden roof.
She was lying on the bed, with abdominal pain like a twist, and sweat all over her body like snow. From beginning to end, she just listened to the sound of snow falling outside without making a sound.
The news of the queen's death came into the Qinzheng Hall. The emperor, who was immersed in writing, paused, brushed off the dots of scarlet on the paper, and said with a faint smile: "If you die, you will die."
Everyone knew that the emperor hated the Xie family very much.
Her being able to ascend to the throne was a humiliation for the Xie family to coerce the emperor. Now that His Majesty has regained control of the Spring and Autumn Period, how can he tolerate this shame and humiliation?
With a pot of poisonous wine, the post Xie had occupied for many years was finally vacated.
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On the seventh day after her death, she sat on her coffin with her legs dangling and looked at the emperor sitting in the mourning hall, his bones erect.
At the edge of the blade, blood flowed all over the ground along the sword body.
From the broken dragon robe, yellowed paper fluttered out. It was a proposal he had written and rewritten when he was young, and spent three days and three nights, but never sent it.
I wish to stay together in the morning and evening, and share the same quilt in life and death.
#If I could do it again, I would tell you every day that I love you
ps: The female protagonist was not killed by the male protagonist
Intention: love should be expressed earlier
