Five Years in the Palace Are Enough. Even If You Kill Me, I Won't Stay Anymore.

Under the walls of the Vermilion Palace, he was the deposed prince in the Forbidden Palace. It was rumored that the deposed prince had a violent temper, was sensitive, and was moody. When he first entered the palace, she was his personal maid. When he was at his most lonely and depressed, she was the only one who stayed by his side. In the dead of night, he lingered over and over again, praying to the sky and the moon, and promised her to be his wife for the rest of his life. But until one day, the down-and-out prince who had been bullied everywhere in the cold palace suddenly transformed and became a prince who was inferior to one person and superior to ten thousand people. And she also became a prisoner, watching him take another person into his arms and whisper softly. A divorce letter cut off five years of love. He had promised her to be his wife for the rest of his life, but it eventually became a tight yoke on his heart. She stayed in the palace, making every move with great difficulty, being cautious and dodging open and hidden arrows, and saw with her own eyes that he climbed to a high position step by step and ruled the world. "Your Highness, please let me out of the palace." Above the main hall, she knelt down, with tears on her face. The young emperor had a gloomy look on his face and pressed her on the dragon couch. "If you want to leave the palace, kill me first!"