It's quite troublesome to revise the text again, because it's very time-consuming. I'll put some of it out first and keep the other chapters locked. The content at the beginning of the article probably hasn't changed much. I suggest you read it from Chapter 34, because most of the rest of the article has changed.
Forbidden love under the shackles of power and conspiracy
A woman disguises herself as a prince × a cold and Machiavellian female master
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The little girl I had raised for ten years thought I was going to marry someone else.
She once lay on my lap, raised her face and said, "Sister Wu, I like you."
Later, she got drunk and kissed me with red eyes, saying that she misses me every day.
But later, she stood in the court hall and crushed the wat board with her own hands.
——For me.
To get me out of that marriage.
She jumped into the trap set by that man to exchange for my freedom.
She thought I didn't know.
She thought she acted well.
She thought that every time she climbed over the wall to see me late at night, every time her fingertips trembled when she kissed me, every time her eyes turned red, I couldn't see her.
But I can see it.
I saw her blocking the arrow for me, half of her armor stained red with blood.
I saw her in the river in southern Xinjiang, swallowed by the undercurrent, not knowing whether she was alive or dead.
When I saw her come back, she had a scar on her left cheek and asked me, "Sister Wu, do I still look good?"
Why doesn't it look good?
That was for me.
But I don't know how to tell her. Every time I see that scar, I want to tear those who forced her into pieces and overthrow this cannibalistic world.
Then she hid her in a place where no one could find her. She only smiled at me and said she liked me.
But I can't.
Because I am also the knife that forces her.
Ayue, do you hate me?
You should hate me.
But every time you come, you just hold me tighter.
The nights in southern Xinjiang are long and the snow in Luoyang is very cold.
We stand on the edge of a cliff. One step forward will lead us to shattered bones, and one step back will lead us to an abyss.
But you are still moving forward.
I can only follow.
Follow you and fall together.
Don't take the plotting in the article seriously, it's all about paving the way for the emotional line.
In the early days, it was 18x23, 5 years behind.
Purpose: The greatest happiness in the world is not getting what you want
