A flowing cloud traveled through the past and present; an intersection led to lingering dreams; a visit to the palace, and a star rising again... Awakening from a nightmare, after a night of interrogation, she was recognized by the emperor, and became the ninth prince. As time went by, due to a strange combination of circumstances, she became a pavilion concubine as graceful and luxurious as a blooming peony.
She suppressed a smile, but she didn't know that the melancholy in her heart had already been revealed on her face: "We are already people with status, and the past is history. You will be your ninth prince, and I will be my concubine. We will have nothing to do with each other from now on."
The battles in the palace remain unchanged from ancient times, the tit-for-tat confrontation among the ministers, the intrigues among the concubines, the life-and-death struggle between the princes, and even the servants' scheming. Can the Ninth Prince and Concubine Ting overcome many obstacles, hold the hand of his son, and grow old together with him? Or in another era, mandarin ducks were playing in the water, lingering, and flying together? Come to the theater, fellows.
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The following is the self-report of Xiaolu (I regard him as a relative):