"Yao Xi..." The Crown Prince's eyes widened like copper bells, trembling as he gazed at the delicate girl before him, with her rabbit-like innocence. 1

Memories flooded his mind of how he had overlooked her flawed origins, cherished her, and elevated her to the status of Crown Princess. 0

For years, he had nurtured her, making her the envy of every woman under the heavens. But now, her face was splattered with his blood, and she looked down on him, a mocking smile playing on her lips. Her eyes, filled with disdain, pierced his heart, cutting it into a thousand pieces.0

"Why..." The Crown Prince's voice, once filled with anger, now carried a hint of desolation. No grief could surpass the death of his spirit. He had despised Empress Zhao, but never had he imagined that the sweet, docile girl who shared his bed would deliver this fatal blow.0

More cruelly, no one answered his cries. Two more formidable...0