Emperor's Tears

Under the peach blossom rain that night, he saved her. In a few short days, her restless heart sank under his tenderness. A girl's feelings are always spring, just like a dream in a garden. Once she wakes up from the dream, she only thinks that everything is just the moon in the water, but she doesn't know that the goddess has a dream, and King Xiang also has a heart. He tried to let go of everything and take her away, but... When we met again many years later, he was already the powerful King Xi, and she was the princess of Qi State, and also his nominal sister-in-law. When he saw her again, he was so indifferent and she was as charming as a poppy, as if they had never known each other before. He is no longer "he" and she is no longer "she". When she smiled beautifully at another man in another identity, he didn't want to let go, and he didn't want to let go anymore. He selfishly just wanted to keep that look back at him. In his opinion, those eyes could only bloom for him, and those shallow pear dimples could only bloom for him. He would not give up the beauty of the country... However, the country, the conspiracy, the ambition... The two of them had already agreed to say goodbye forever. In the face of power, he arbitrarily let people trample her and take her to war. She offered him advice, but he abandoned her alone as a slave in the distant country of Ximu... The repeated injuries made that transparent heart scarred... When she was about to reach the end of her life, she leaned into his arms with a smile and said, "I don't hate you, I I only want to be with you, and I only want to be alone after death... As for the next life, I have already agreed to Xiaoli, and I owe him in this life after all." Seeing the tenderness in her eyes when she mentioned his fifth brother, he knew that he had really lost, lost all her hatred and... Love, and lost the woman who walked into his heart that night. A generation of emperors only shed tears in front of this dying woman because of her death and because of her lack of love. When he stood at the pinnacle of power, he was still domineering, and he managed the family and the country. Only he knew that his heart had been beating for her alone under the light rain of peach blossoms in the sky, and now he was buried with her...