"Pei Heng, you are quieter than the shadow on the palace wall."
She always said this.
I am her shadow, her step, and her disposable dull knife.
Ever since I knelt down to catch the falling paper kite at the age of seven, my life had been nailed to the hem of her skirt.
She stepped on my horse, I tested the poison for her, and I shielded her from arrows. On the night of her wedding, I tied the sash of her wedding dress with my own hands, and my knuckles brushed against the tassel on her waist, like touching the moonlight that could never be shaken for the rest of my life.
"How is your consort treating you?"
I asked quietly during the vigil.
Her lazy "hmm" came from behind the screen, and the blood stains on my palm melted away like a flower on her forehead.
——In my life, I have never let the sound of my heartbeat disturb the hem of her clothes.
The charming and savage Princess Yongjia × the forbearing loyal dog shadow guard
Intention: Endless restraint
