Rumor has it that when the emperor was young, there was always a plum-colored moon shadow in his heart, which was the salvation he had been searching for all his life. But that encounter never existed, it was just a fantasy he fabricated alone during the long night. The sisters of the Su family each have half a plum blossom mark. The tender plum blossom on my sister's neck witnessed the overthrow of the clan with her own eyes, and the blood feud burned away all tenderness. She had no connection with him, and all the connections were just the emperor's imagination. The plum blossoms on the right side of my sister's neck are rich and beautiful. She was caressed by him during the calamity, mistaking the executioner for a glimmer of light. She believed in her sister all her life, shelved her edge and hid in the palace, survived countless cold years, and finally ascended to the throne. I have no extravagant hopes in my heart, I just hope that I can meet my sister one day. Imperial power eats away at the bones, and suspicion takes root. She often secretly searched for traces of her sister. In the eyes of the emperor, she was all evidence of colluding with foreign enemies. White silk hangs from the beam, and the phoenix crown is covered with dust. When the death decree was issued, my sister galloped to the palace, but she was a step too late. Separated by a wall, life and death are forever separated. In the end, she never got to see her loved ones again. The two halves of the plum seal were supposed to form a complete flower, but they were torn apart by lust for power, lies, and delusions. He has never loved anyone, and the so-called obsession with lovesickness is just an excuse to comfort his own cruelty. Thousands of miles of mountains and rivers are under your control, but in the end, all that is left is loneliness, and the rest of your life will never be complete.
Purpose: Power will dissolve people's empathy. When people only pursue power, love, kindness, and blood ties in the world can all become victims.