She is a female general fighting on the battlefield, with tenderness hidden under her blood-stained uniform; she is a golden bough and jade leaf in a deep palace cage, with a proud and proud character hidden in her splendid clothes. The palace is deep, and she lures her to fall with her charming appearance; the border is cold, and she protects her with her iron-blooded body. A shocking forbidden love, torn and healed amidst intrigue and hatred. When the white bones and red makeup turned into a fate that would end the world, they tossed between betrayal and redemption for ten years. The day the sharp blade penetrated her chest, she smiled sadly: "Can this sword be worth all the deception you did to me back then?" When we meet again ten years later, she is the empress of the new dynasty, and she is a surrendered general of the enemy country. The boundaries between love and hate have long been blurred. On the city tower where the setting sun was like blood, she held up her cold hand and said, "In this world, it is better for you to grow old with me."
One word 6 [smile]