She, the flower is the bone, the snow is the skin, the moon is the soul, the country is beautiful, but she is her substitute; she is the queen of the empire, the most beautiful, but she is just a chess piece; she spent ten years in exchange for the freedom of life, but she gave up her immortal body for love...
She is not the snow lotus in the sky, holy and cold; she is not the bloody rose, enchanting and thorny; because she is the national color peony, making all flowers bow their heads to worship its fragrance, making the country colorless to be a neighbor...
The peonies in front of the court have no character, and the hibiscus on the pond is pure and emotionless. Only the peonies are the true national beauty, and they move the capital when they bloom.
Aibu is a real emperor, so I will write an emperor who matches him, and Peony is the most suitable. The early stage of this article is slightly ancient and fantasy, and in the later stage, it is modern. I am currently in my senior year of high school and cannot afford to update the article, so I will officially start updating it in June 2013. Please look forward to it. Thank you.