"She came back again, not to live, but to let them die together."
"Princess, it's time to hit the road."
Yu Yu was sitting in her wedding sedan, stroking a white jade hairpin with her fingertips.
The tip of the hairpin was stained with blood, which was left when she had just stabbed her throat.
The eunuch's cold laughter came from outside the sedan:
"Do you really think you are golden? Your Majesty asked me to tell you - before your mother died, she begged him to let you live to be seventeen... Otherwise how could a bastard grow up safely in the palace? It's a pity that today happens to be the seventeenth year."
Blood spilled from the corners of her lips, staining her wedding dress red.
When she was dying, she heard someone shouting in front of the rebel formation: "Yu Yu——!"
——It's Yu Linchuan's voice.
"If there is an afterlife..."
She opened her eyes and went back to a year ago.
"Seventh Princess, you made the wrong move."
Prime Minister Wang Heng dropped a black stone, and the white stone on the chessboard had no way to escape.
Yu Yu chuckled, and her fingertips brushed the Wang family emblem on the bottom of the chess case - it was a relic of her biological father.
"Do you know, sir, that although the eucalyptus tree is poisonous, its roots can break rocks?" She suddenly overturned the chessboard, and the sunspots rolled all over the floor. "It's just like that year when your majesty slaughtered the entire royal family... But missed a single seed."
Wang Heng's pupils shrank suddenly.
Outside the window, the tip of Yu Linchuan's arrow was aimed at the prime minister's confidant.
"Light the fire!"
One year later, on his seventeenth birthday, Yu Yu lit the beacon tower with his own hands.
The four gates of the imperial city were rioting at the same time, and she saw in the firelight:
The emperor pinched the queen's neck and laughed maniacally: "You should be buried with Mrs. Liu!"
Wang Heng's private soldiers poured out of the tunnel, and the light of their swords reflected the sedan where she committed suicide in her previous life;
Yu Linchuan was covered in blood, and he opened the palace door with a sword: "Yu Yu—where are you?!"
But at this moment, she took out the white jade hairpin and pointed it at her heart.
"Are you willing to trade the chance of being reborn to die together?"
Philosophy: In the abyss of decadent power, love and hate grow from the same root - and eventually, under the shackles of imperial power, they turn into a fire that burns away the eucalyptus trees.