In the green smoke of Xiyuan, the emperor's twilight years hides a dark situation that no one knows about.
Someone used meekness as a mask, scheming step by step on the side of the dragon bed, using the pretext of comfort and caressing to quietly twist the fetal air, and wrap the umbilical cord around the neck, just waiting for the birth, so that the ninety-five-year-old emperor could taste the severe pain of tearing the muscles and bones, and watch with his own eyes the death of the dragon fetus that he had been obsessed with all his life.
A partial letter back then caused Zhongliang to be wronged and his whole family was scattered. The belated hatred is tempered into a sharp blade in the tenderness of the deep palace, waiting for the day of reincarnation.
The sound of horse hooves broke through the dead silence of the forbidden palace, and someone broke through the door with a medicine box. Only when his fingertips touched the swollen belly did he see through the treacherous conspiracy hidden in the womb. Within the palace wall, what started as obsession, ended with regret, and finally turned into a wisp of smoke, became a secret in the depths of Xiyuan that no one dared to mention easily.
Intention: To repay grievance with grievance will be in vain; the emperor's desire for power and belated repentance are all buried under the palace wall.
