"Everyone in the world knows that I am weak and pitiful, but they don't know that this weakness is the sharpest knife."
When the skirt soaked by the heavy rain entangled the horse's hoof of Xie's legitimate son, Yu Zhaozhao clutched the blood-stained hosta in his sleeve.
She deliberately let three strands of hair fall loose on her temples. When she lowered her head, she exposed the back of her neck like mutton-fat jade, and said in a voice like a whisper: "Mr. Sir... Don't blame me."
Everyone in Jiankang City knew that the bride Yu was weak and could be bullied, but they didn't know:
The portrait in the secret room of the Xie family's study was hidden by her own hands;
The old handkerchief in the second prince's personal sachet was deliberately left behind by her;
The orchid fragrance that the emperor smelled when reviewing memorials was the secret recipe she prepared herself when she got up in the morning...
When the phoenix crown crushed the head full of pearls and emeralds, Yu Zhaozhao caressed the infant prince and chuckled:
This nine-layered palace finally knelt under her pomegranate skirt.
Intention: No matter how the sky collapses in the beginning, I just want to make a comeback against the wind.