Once a concubine, she could not bear the love of two generations of emperors, so she could only use the years to cover up the wasted time. One day is the last step, step by step, but I have lost my heart. When the autumn wind blew again, the facts hidden by time were revealed. She could no longer love him, just because she had that person in her heart, deeply, deeply. Ten miles of red makeup is not as good as a piece of silk brocade.