This feeling has become a memory of its own, with scattered mandarin ducks. The rain has stopped and it's cool. It was a dream eleven years ago.
Although she had a humble background, she rose up the harem all the way. She was favored by the emperor, but she was not proud at all. She walked on thin ice cautiously, because she could see through that if there was anything in the emperor's eyes, it was not love, but she couldn't guess what kind of intentions were hidden in those glances back at her. Two seemingly unrelated stories bring everyone together, like a lonely boat in the middle of a river, rocking but unable to reach the shore.
Qianyi Tomb City