As a queen, Wen Han prayed for blessings and warded off disasters for Su Zichen's beloved concubine. The childhood sweethearts and sweethearts grew tired of each other. It was the groping of time and the sinking of time. The past promises gradually faded in reality. The sandalwood in the shrine was intertwined with the sophora incense of the past. What was hidden in Wen Han's eyes was the forbearance tempered by the years, or the unquenched residual warmth of that forgotten past?
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After reading it, she was full of melancholy. The young man held her hand, overflowing with true love. After ascending to the throne of God, there was a gap in this heart. He was no longer the young man and concubine in the harem. The ensuing suspicion, temptation and cold treatment finally broke her heart.
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It's so beautiful that you can't stop watching it.