Imprisoning the Spring Light, the Tyrant Forcibly Locks the Bird in the Cage

Jiang Nianyao had been with him for ten years, from the rough countryside to the supreme ninety-five, and watched with her own eyes as the beloved boy gradually became a person that everyone looked up to. But on this day, he hugged another woman and said to her: "You are just a servant." The last trace of warmth from the once cool and carefree young man dissipated in his mind, and Jiang Nianyao thought it was time to leave. The snow in Sujing was much heavier than in previous years, and clusters of red plum blossoms were blooming in the capital. The day she disappeared from his world in a snow-white silk dress, even the snow stopped for her. But after she left, the formerly proud and noble emperor turned gray overnight. The most favored noble concubine was ordered to cut off her fingers. He never spared any of those who had bullied her and humiliated her. He sat in the snow and murmured: "Ayao, it's time to come back..." It's just that he forgot that the person who had wronged her the most was himself.