"The True Colors of the Empress" was published under the title "Spring is as old as before when the tea leaves are gone". She was the princess of a subjugated country, living under someone else's roof and in his palace, a chess piece that fell into his hands. Meeting him was at the most critical point in her life. This was her hope for rebirth; she opened her eyes to him with all her joy, but she could not escape the fateful separation. Looking back, I failed to live up to the fleeting years. The sky was full of beacon fire, and the shadows of swords were shining. He heard her sighing about her youth, returned to her original gaze, and jumped off the tower. That year, the setting sun was like blood. He had set up a barrier for her and guarded her day and night, but little did he know that her heart had turned into cinnabar. Like chess, you have no regrets when you make a move.
