Phoenix Crown and Xiapei, attire only fit for an Empress.
Feng Yaorao, wearing these stolen clothes, knelt and sat on the damp ground.
She was so beautiful that it intoxicated the heart, her slightly upturned eyes devoid of spirit, yet still managed to immerse others in their depths.
She had been the bright and beautiful eldest daughter of the Feng Family, with a bright future and family that loved her.
She should have been the Miss Feng, why did she become the Crown Prince's concubine?
And why did she bring about the demise of her entire clan?
Upon these thoughts, her previously vacant eyes seemed to finally ripple with emotion.
The murky rainwater pounded mercilessly on her eyes, drop by drop, like knives piercing her pupils.
After a while, she finally raised her hand to touch the red string on her wrist.
"Crown Prince…"
Did you ever love Yaorao.
She couldn't voice the question, knowing the answer all too well.
Not far away, footsteps approached in a hurry.