I have spent half my life having three old dreams that have trapped me forever.
The first scene is a youthful dream. The evening breeze was gentle by the Jialing River. I met the still ignorant Aunt Hua and buried a promise for her that would span a thousand years. I would leave every year blank and wait for my return.
The second game is Dilu Gumeng. The middle-aged Wu Zhao stood under the broken candle in the deep palace, trapped in the eternal shackles of proclaiming emperor, and asked himself confused about the way forward. I put the final word in and told her: You are the master of the world. But in the end, she was the only one left to go against the wind on this road to official history.
The third game is a dream come true in old age. A generation of empress sat alone in an empty palace and spent her whole life fighting against the world. Was the Shenlong coup a compromise or acquiescence on her part?
Concept: Taiping is the emperor and the emperor's child