Jin Se Jie: the First Princess

She was originally the princess of the Zhao Kingdom, a stunning beauty, and loved by thousands of people throughout her life. But lost everything at the most beautiful moment of life. "Jin Nian, come with me. I will still treat you well. You are still my princess." In the midst of the fire, he held her hand tightly, feeling pain in his heart but full of affection. But she smiled sadly, "You ruined everything for me!" Then, she held a silver needle and inserted it into his numb hole without him realizing it. Being paralyzed, he could only watch as Yue Jinnian rushed into the fire and disappeared into the scorching flames... A year later, she was completely reborn, but her appearance was still the same but even more charming. When we met again, she played a tune on the flute, danced with her clear sleeves, and her soft and beautiful smile ignited, "Slave Hua Nongying, a guest in the Prime Minister's house..." Yi Wu was shut up in the deep palace, lingering and loving each and every night. She became a substitute, but she was her own substitute. He hugged her and missed her, but he didn't know that she was already by his side... She came with hatred, and among the countless tortures and sweetness, what she saw was actually his... ********************** "Jin Nian, do you really hate me so much?" He asked, with the sword in his hand clamped on her flawless neck. She raised her head and looked at him without any fear in her cold eyes, "Yes." "I've always thought about how great it would be if you were Jin Nian instead of Nong Ying. But now that you are, I hope you are Nong Ying." He continued. But there was a charming smile on Yue Jinnian's face. Her smile was heartbreaking and intoxicating. "It's good for anyone. If it weren't for you, there wouldn't be Hua Nongying in this world..." These words were the deepest pain in his heart, but when he hesitated for a moment, the silver needle in her hand pricked his acupuncture point again, and this time it was not a numb point... Ten years later, in Qingfeng Cliff, a stunning woman in purple stood on the edge of the cliff, looking at the capital of Jingguo in the distance, with a girl about eight or nine years old beside her. The little girl took her hand and asked, "Mom, why do we come here every year? Will we come again next year?" She smiled sadly, but replied, "No, this is the last time."