The harem is a game of chess. Each of us is a pawn. Our destiny is to fight each other. Just for that distant phoenix crown.
In fact, what if you become a queen? Living in panic, we must cover up the fear deep in our hearts with a smile. Just like the Feixia makeup that the concubines carefully painted every morning. It's just a beautiful mask, but the inside is already riddled with holes. But why are there so many people fighting for that mask?
How much I want to be free from the world, how much I want to stay with the one I love forever. However, when the lover leaves, the sisters are framed. Only then did I realize that this game of chess was destined to continue. Only the person who controls the Great Seal in the future will be the final winner. If you want to be a winner, you must go through the baptism of blood and tears.
When I exchanged my strands of black hair for the crown studded with gold leaf pearls, I realized that my head of gorgeous hair in the mirror could no longer match this splendor. Looking back suddenly, the days when I was in harmony with that person and hugged each other side by side are the most precious days in this life.