The Drug Addict Wants to Come Out

My father risked the lives of his entire family to force me into the palace to be the emperor's second wife. She survived the emperor, defeated her opponents, and waited until her son took over the throne. Then she burned her phoenix robe on fire and ran for freedom - but that fool had already been shot with arrows for her at the palace gate. In front of the bamboo house in the mountains, he knelt on one knee, and the old scars on his eyebrows were illuminated by the setting sun: "If you are willing, I will walk with you the rest of the way. Until I can't walk anymore." She looked down at the withered grass ring on her wrist, and the wind blew the sweet fragrance of the sweet-scented osmanthus flowers all over her lapel. She has done too many "should do" things in her life - she should enter the palace, she should give birth to a legitimate son, and she should listen to politics behind the curtain. Now she only wants to do one thing: hold his hand, see the sea he has never seen, the mountains he has never climbed, and the great rivers and mountains he has spent half his life guarding, step by step.