- On our wedding night, the prince didn't even bother to lift my red hijab. Standing on the tip of his heart is a foot-washing maid, and I hold the contract of identity and separation in my hand.
"After you ascend the throne, give me the imperial edict to depose the queen, and I will fulfill it for you." When I wrote the terms with rouge, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.
Three years later, I walked out of the palace with the imperial edict, but the dragon chariot crushed the apricot flowers on the ground. The emperor who once said, "I will never regret it when I am alone", now held my wrist tightly: "Queen, my dragon robe is missing the golden thread."
——It turns out that he didn't know that the Phoenix Seal had already been melted into gold ingots by me.
Intention: never let go