In the third month of Tianyuan, the imperial capital was in chaos and the empress dowager died.
The new emperor was still young, so it was Princess Xia Yi who took control of the government. For a time, she had overwhelming power and frightened the officials.
She closed her eyes, lily palace incense was burning in the cauldron, and in the mist, a pair of clear, watery black eyes stared at her, looking straight into the bottom of her heart, causing ripples.
The warm breeze blew by, and the water-red silver gauze hanging outside the threshold rose, shining like clouds.
As if she had made a great deal of determination, she gritted her teeth slightly and said, "Come here and draw up the decree."
She has missed this life after all, no one knows, forever and ever.