In the long river of history, she seems to be that strange flower that goes upstream. She is not a simple marriage princess, but the first legend to be rejected from the door of happiness - the light of Qiyun, the eldest princess Rongle, and Manyao. The spring light of March, as gentle as a whisper, penetrated the carved window lattice of the gorgeous carriage and fell on Manyao, who was wearing a flaming wedding dress, coating her whole body with a dreamlike golden glow. It was so beautiful that it was intoxicating, but also a little unreal sadness.
