My name is Cheng Huan, my mother is Princess Huayang, my father is the prime minister, and the emperor of the dynasty is my maternal ancestor. My status is quite noble.
My name was given by my grandfather. As I grew older, I somehow felt that my grandfather treated me differently from other brothers and sisters.
When I was four years old, I went to the Shangshu Mansion with my parents as a guest. Wandering alone, I met a dirty boy. He was Yan Jiahua, the son of the Shangshu Lang, who was two years older than me. The first time we met, he was covered in mud.
I became good friends with him and stayed together all day long. When we were eight years old, our parents decided to have a baby wedding for us. Yan Jiahua was the number one scholar in his new subject at the age of sixteen, and I was also the most talented girl in Beijing. Everyone said that Yan Jiahua and I were childhood sweethearts, a match made in heaven.
We also like each other. I thought that when I turned sixteen, I would be able to successfully marry the man of my heart, but my grandfather strongly opposed it. I was very puzzled. It was not until he summoned me into his palace at night that I finally understood. He wanted to defile me, so I inserted the hairpin into his heart, and I committed regicide.
I picked up the cracked jade soaked in blood. It was a token of love between Yan Jiahua and I. With dull eyes, I walked out of the evil man's bedroom and met Yan Jiahua head-on. He was stunned, and so was I. I finally couldn't help crying. He seemed to know what happened. He cried. He thought it was someone else's prank.
I killed the emperor, but I couldn't survive. Looking at my lover's face for the last time, I quickly ran to the guards at the door, pulled out their swords, and killed myself in front of my lover.
My lover was finally buried there with me on that warm spring day!
Concept: The ultimate love can be self-sacrifice
