My name is Yang Lihua. I was born in the palace of the Sui Dynasty. I was crowned with a phoenix crown at the age of twelve and married to the prince Yu Wenyun whom I had known since childhood.
In the palace walls of my childhood, under the shadow of the parasol trees, he was the only warm color in my lonely years. I believed in his sincerity in climbing high to pick sour fruits for me, and I also remember the burning light in his eyes when he held the Queen's treasure in front of me. I once thought that we could rely on each other to stay warm in this cold palace.
In the palace walls of my childhood, under the shadow of the parasol trees, he was the only warm color in my lonely years. I believed in his sincerity in climbing high to pick sour fruits for me, and I also remember the burning light in his eyes when he held the Queen's treasure in front of me. I once thought that we could rely on each other to stay warm in this cold palace.
But they are not me, so how do they know the warmth that we had between husband and wife? How do you know how he has treated me over the years?
Despite all kinds of mistakes, the good things he gave me are like claws in the snow and mud, imprinted in my heart, which cannot be smoothed or removed. It's a lie to say that you don't love him, and it's against your will to say that you don't hate him.
Later, he left early, leaving me alone in this world to watch the great Zhou fall and watch the family reach the top. After half a lifetime of ups and downs, love, hate, and obsession seem to have faded away.
Until my old age, I was blinded by the wind and sand in Zhangye. In a trance, I saw the young man again when he was nine years old, with the petals of donggong pear falling all over his shoulders. He smiled and said to me:
"The word Lihua should bloom in the spring light."
——But our spring is so short.
