Jiang Yuan once loved Li Yu very much.
Even if he killed their child with his own hands and sent her father and brother to die.
She just lowered her long eyelashes and told him while suppressing her sadness: "I do not resent Your Highness."
She thought that she was really worthy of being a couple and being in love for three years.
But he failed her after all. On the day he ascended the throne, he stepped on the dripping blood of her whole family and spoke indifferently.
"A Yuan, I can't make you my queen. The queen I want is Xu Ying."
"You understand being alone, right?"
Jiang Yuan looked at him helplessly and hesitated on the 100-foot jade steps of Chonghua Palace for a long time.
Then she jumped down and died, right at Li Yu's concubine ceremony and at Xu Ying's bridal chamber.
That day, wind and snow fell all over Beijing, and everyone and animals were in a state of silence.
Five years later, Lu Heng, the new top scholar, brought his wife to Beijing.
His wife's face was delicate and beautiful, and the most terrible thing was that she looked exactly like the new emperor Bai Yueguang who died young.
Li Yu couldn't sit still.
He didn't believe there was such a similar person in the world, with a five-year-old child with eyebrows so similar to him.
Seeing Mrs. Lu in all her glory and being doted on by her husband and son, Li Yu finally couldn't hold back his jealousy and took her into the palace.
"Madam, do you still remember who Gu is?"
Motto: Don't forgive what you can't forgive
