Zhao Zhao Is Waiting for Me to Marry You

When my father was beheaded seven years ago, the crime was exactly that: privately altering history books. At that time, she was kneeling in the snow at the execution ground, watching her father's blood smearing into dark brown flowers on the snow, and hearing the prison officer's sneer in her ears: Su Xiu had revised the amount in the military ration case, and the ink was not dry yet. "After Zhaozhao has passed Tongguan, can I marry you?"