A battle that overthrew the country ended a decade of glory for a decadent dynasty. The daughter of the usurper embarked on a long road to marriage. The human face is gone, but the peach blossoms remain the same. The intrigues and intrigues are going on day and night in the imperial capital. The water was deep and there was no way out. She suffered hardships in the palace and exhausted all her abilities. All the fighting was just a premeditated plan. Behind all the honor and favor, there is just the sigh of a manipulated chess piece. Is it just a corner of the world, or is it an attempt to go against the will of heaven? There is no answer. It's just sister, how much I hope that the fire can make us all die in those years.
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