The wind outside the gate of Ganlu Temple is cold all year round. Zhen Huan stood there for many evenings, from late spring to midwinter, from flowers blooming to snow falling. Jinxi asked her what she was waiting for, but she didn't answer. Later, when the coffin was brought back from southern Yunnan, she didn't wait any longer. It's just that the people in the coffin are not dead.
On the day King Guo came back, the moonlight was very good. He said, Brother Huang wants to welcome you back to the palace. She said, I know. He said again, you can't go back. She looked at the lights at the bottom of the mountain and answered an irrelevant question - "I heard that there is a kind of thrush in the south of the Yangtze River. It can't sing good music when kept in a cage." Three days later, a carriage with green curtains descended from Lingyun Peak. No one knew whether he was going there to run errands for the emperor or to find a way out for himself. No one knows who's name will be revealed in the end when Jiangnan's case files are uncovered layer by layer.
The people in the palace only knew two things: Yongshou Palace was under renovation, and Concubine Xi's canonization ceremony had been chosen on an auspicious day.
And the bells of Ganlu Temple never waited for the man in the azure cloak.
