When Nian Shilan breathed his last breath, the snowstorm inside the red wall was rushing, and his heart was filled with burning regret - he hated the emperor's false love, hated his family's destruction, and even hated himself for not being able to recognize people clearly. The moment his consciousness fell into darkness, he was awakened by the dazzling bright color of the gold and red wedding dress. In the bronze mirror was himself who had not yet married into Prince Yong's palace. Songzhi, the personal maid, was holding a phoenix crown and reminded softly, "Miss, you will marry into the palace tomorrow."
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Have a lot of parts been deleted? A lot of clips are coming in very quickly. The preface doesn't match the postscript.
Have a lot of parts been deleted? A lot of clips are coming in very quickly. The preface doesn't match the postscript.