This novel is unfolded from the perspective of Shangguan Wan'er. From a boudoir woman to an important minister of the former dynasty, she is a very important part of the picture of the Li and Tang royal family. This article is a semi-fictional history, depicting the love and hatred of the three women in more detail. A five-character poem makes She walked into the palace to spend the rest of her life slowly. An epitaph tells of Juanjuan's tender friendship, which is a hoarse roar in the feudal society, and also longs for a weak resonance with herself in the darkness. The wasted half of her life is nothing more than a wisp of flowers between her eyebrows and thousands of pepper blossoms in her pen.
This novel is as close to history as possible, but it cannot be completely consistent with history. Everyone will consider it carefully. The love and hatred of the three women will be written down, so there is no way to direct CP. You can read it according to your personal preferences.
Decision: "Do you know who your grandfather Shangguan Yi was killed by?" Wu asked "I dare not guess..." Shangguan felt choked when she heard the very familiar name. She knew that the person sitting on the soft couch in front of her was her enemy, but she did not dare and could not kill him, so she could only pretend to be a fool. "Then I will tell you today, your grandfather..." Wu stared at the woman in front of him, feeling half tempted and half thirsty. She couldn't believe anyone, but she also hoped that she was sincere and didn't have the intention of getting rid of herself. It was too cold in the deep palace, and she hoped that someone could join her to keep warm, but this was also the last thing she dared to think about.