Queen of Fancheng: The Heart's Lake Holds No Passing Boats

She is the one who lights the lamps of Fancheng, with the waves of capital surging at her fingertips.

One person shatters schemes for her, hiding a trace of tenderness at the negotiating table;

One person tempers their sharp edge for her, holding on to a promise beneath the spotlight;

One person brings her warm porridge and medicine, wrapped in the long passage of time beneath a white coat.

The wind sweeps through Fancheng, lifting the hem of her clothes and ruffling the brows of several people.

She smiles at the world over a raised glass. Moonlight falls into her wine, and in the ripples that spread, half an unfinished poem lies hidden.

It's nothing more than a woman at the height of her success, encountering a few heartbeats at just the right time.