The jade bones are locked in the red wall, and the green plums are buried in the deep palace.
Once the jewel of the general's palace, Lan Eleg's life before the age of nine was spent walking on the royal brocade carpet and smelling the first peach blossoms in spring. However, after her father died and the country was in ruins, with a decree, her innocent name was engraved on a jade plate in the palace, and she became the most immature queen beside the thirteen-year-old emperor.
The palace alley is deep, swallowing up all the happy words. She learned to make every step into a measured lotus pattern, and to condense every breath into the shadow of the phoenix crown bead curtain. Only the equally lonely emperor once shared a bowl of warm porridge with her, wore a cold cloak together, and looked for a little human warmth in each other's eyes.
Until the new star enters the palace, everyone's flowers will overwhelm the country. The emperor's eyes gradually drifted away, rumors were like poisonous needles, and "accidents" were like nets tying up her remaining lifeline. When the blood of the last trusted palace maid was spattered on the confession, she huddled in front of the steps of Fengyi Palace, letting the night rain soak into her clothes that would never shed tears again.
Just when the withered bones are about to decay, the candles are brightly lit at the flower banquet. Xie Qingge, the newly discovered flower boy, came here with a drink in his hand. His jade crown and green robe were still like the young man who broke willows in the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River. He called "Empress", but saw that deep in the Nine Layers Palace, the bright soul that they had described together had long been broken into a pale silhouette under the palace lantern.
On the night of reunion at the morning flower banquet, you are the blue cloud and I am the abyss. There are no written sentences hidden under the sleeves, and I sleep in the wind and rain all my life.
Intention: None