In the whirlpool of power, he crushed the creed of "love is a bargaining chip" to pieces just for her to show off; in the flames of revenge, she held the knife and pointed it at his emperor father, but she dared not drop it with trembling hands. When the dragon robe was put on him, he knelt down under the imperial steps and kissed the hem of her clothes: "This world is my gift of apology to you." But she clutched the old complaint, tears streaming down her breast - was it she who planned these thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, or was he the one who imprisoned her for half her life?
Intention: Fall in love and kill each other