Under the seven-year-old locust tree, the golden little prince wiped his tears for him: "When I become the king, I will marry you to be the queen."
Sheng believed it. What he got in exchange was eleven years of imprisonment in the dark, and the stigma of being a "medicine slave" who had to cut out the liver to extract blood.
And a poisonous lie - "I will take you away when the locust tree blooms."
The night he died in the dungeon, the new king's heart was also buried in the dry well.
Until the enemy's cavalry broke through the palace gate, and the bride's sedan chair carried the Holy Maiden from the Western Regions.
The red silk fell off - beneath the beaded crown was a face as familiar as a skeleton!
Sheng crushed his wrist bones, and the Gu insects swam wildly under the skin. "Your Majesty, are you satisfied with the flowers and candles in the bridal chamber?"
1V1, HE, revenge/redemption of the male princess
Intention: The flowering season is here, wait for the flowers to bloom