You are the Emperor, and I am your subject: if you want loyalty, I will give you loyalty.
You are the Emperor, and I am your subject: if you want my sacrifice, I will sacrifice for you.
In this life, they can only be Emperor and official… she can never be the person to accompany him by his side for all eternity.
An Empress that has been deposed; an utter failure of a substitute.
In this world, everyone’s love is like a blank cheque. Before its expiration, it can be worth up to millions, but once expired, it was just a piece of waste paper, devoid of value.
Galloping into the battlegrounds, he was the Emperor, and she was his General. Within the swirling mists of their military tents, he was her husband, and she was his wife.
Yet everything was just an ill-fated meeting.
For the woman he loved most, he pushed her into hell, time and time again.
‘Ah Zuo, if I am Emperor the next life, you will be my Empress…’
(Credit: cathartic city)