The Land Is a Painting, but You Are My Green Mountain

[Regent + princess + no saintly heroine + political intrigue + BE]

My father and mother died under strange circumstances, while my uncle and the ministers schemed and fought for power. How could I save Great Zhou from its downward spiral and keep the empire from collapsing? I always wanted to know the answer.

When I was fifteen, I met the person who would take my breath away for the rest of my life.

That year, peach blossoms stretched as far as the eye could see. I blushed, never imagining that three years later, I would be left in tears.

I think the hardest part isn’t waiting for love to arrive, but waiting for it to disappear.

If Heaven gave me another chance, I would still want to meet him.

But if we had another chance, would our ending be any different?