She is the emperor's favorite concubine, she is the beloved of the founding ministers, and she is the white jasmine in the dreams that the princes of neighboring countries have been looking for countless times. That year, the branches were steep, petals scattered all over the sky, the palaces with thousands of floors, and the pavilions collapsed suddenly. Destiny is like a rootless duckweed that wanders around many times. Many years later, who danced that graceful dance on top of the bustling Shili Palace and dragged whom to hell together?
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
