This is the prosperous Tang Dynasty.
Women wrote, printed, and approved. They wrote their names in edicts and carved their desires into the court.
Then one by one, they were swallowed up by that era.
They lived. Also loved.
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She used the world as a scale, and she fell into the sky. She spent half her life killing people and boiling them into a bowl of bitter medicine behind the bead curtain. Tai Ping was born as a chess player, but later he conquered the country, received the golden seal, and also received the half-inch cut flower branch on his husband's grave.
Shangguan Wan'er grew out of the mud in Yeting. Fourteen years of frost and snow were ground into thick ink, and the inscriptions on the nine tripods were written to cast the praises of Tianshu. However, only a small seal was left, and two words were engraved: Wan'er.
The wind blows in the bright hall, and the Taiye pool becomes cold. They separated life and death and the country, using the pen as the blade and the seal as the alliance. In this life, some people engrave their lives into words, and some people cast their names into chapters. Nothing more I could ask for——
There is flat ground under your feet, and old friends beside you.
Princess Li Lingyue* of Zhenguo Taiping issued an imperial edict to Shangguan Wan'er of Shangguan Palace.
Intention: Those who write will eventually become the people they write about, and those who govern the country will eventually guard the moon in the palm of their hands.