Since ancient times, beauties have always been difficult to choose.
Can the love of an emperor last forever?
Who betrayed whose true feelings? The beauty is dancing, the long sleeves are light, the charm is enchanting, is the allure of the intoxicating wine or the deadly poison?
Will the prosperity of the previous life be wiped out? How long can the emperor's love last?
I still remember those days, who covered her face with a fan and smiled like a fragrant orchid; and who, upon hearing the torn silk, pursed her lips and smiled enchantingly like a poppy?
When the flowers have faded away and the dust has settled, can he and her grow old hand in hand?