Minister's Crime

She is the daughter of his enemy. He is the son of her father-killing enemy. On the day Jiang Ning returned home, the rain hit the coffin, her nails split, and blood flowed into the gaps in the ship's planks. Xie Yuan knelt down and held up her hand. Like holding a piece of broken porcelain. She asked him: When the prince is in the Hou Mansion, is he the one in charge or the one who delivers the message? He replied: It is the person who spreads the message. He asked for this marriage. The old lady asked him if he had thought about it. He said: This is the only time in this life. On the day she married into the Hou family, she wore a wedding dress that she had embroidered by herself. The stitching was crooked, as if she had never been a skillful person. He put the marriage certificate into his arms. She said: I want an answer to my father's injustice. He said: I know. Three years. After three years, I will let you go. Still reluctant. ——There is an old locust tree in the Hou Mansion, which sifts the sun into gold dust all over the ground. ——There is an embroidered screen with green calyx plum blossoms in the prince's courtyard. He has been dusting it off for fourteen years. ——The canal in the south of the city is not blocked, and the water is still flowing, from her father's time to the cuffs of her wedding dress. She was the only thing he had ever asked for in his life. Separated from the hatred of killing his father. Away from the indescribable self.