Beneath the pear blossom tree, after so many backward glances, whose love was it?
In the gilded palace halls, lingering and unable to leave, whose longing was it?
On her first entry into the imperial palace, she was a scholarly young lady, a beauty from Lishui. One "Greetings, Your Highness" left the prince dreaming of her.
On her second entry into the imperial palace, she was a princess of noble birth, a gentle princess consort. One "Your concubine pays her respects, Your Highness" drew a long sigh from him.
On her third entry into the imperial palace, she was already ruler of the realm, a cold empress. One "Your Majesty, your consort has returned" left him with no choice but to sigh.
A dream lasting years, three entries into the imperial palace. When they met again, she ruled the world.
If only I had known it would hurt so much, I would have wished never to meet you.
Then things would not have been this way, and my heart would not ache.
On first entering the deep palace, fallen blossoms carpeted the ground. The celestial maiden of the Ninth Heaven, her long hair elegant.
Two hearts entwined, gentle and flawless. Tears blurred her eyes, scattering in the wind.
Frozen rivers and armored steeds, memories of past splendor. Ruling in all directions, overturning the world.
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
