Princess Meng Lang Is Hard to Change, and All the Civil and Military Officials in the Court Are Blushing.

Zhao Tang lived a life of luxury and viciousness, and went all the way to the dark side in his pursuit of power and status. She finally waited for her retribution, and knowing that there was nothing she could do to save her, she picked up the poisonous wine and drank it all in one gulp. The green-glazed porcelain bowl fell to the ground with a crisp sound. She fell to the ground, her internal organs burning, and blood seeping from the corners of her lips. Like a revolving door, she thought of all the things in the past. In this short life, she spent all her energy on every step, thinking that no one had ever really cared about her. "Zhao Tang!" In a trance, she heard someone shouting her name hoarsely, it seemed to be Chu He, but she couldn't hear clearly. Chu He... By the way, it was him who stood by her side from the beginning to the end. He was a loyal sword who recognized his master, fighting wherever he pointed, risking his life at all costs to save her. Such people would eventually be ruthlessly hurt by her. If there is an afterlife, maybe we won't be like this again...