A Dream in the Qing Palace: Who Will Share the Passing Years?

Modern I don't know whether the world I live in now is real, or whether the world from three hundred years ago that I see in my dreams is real. The throne that once symbolized supreme power went off with a boom in the torrent of time. Historians fabricated and pieced together its scattered fragments, compiling them into books called history. The true story, however, remains silent in the years we share, like a sharp dagger plunged deep into the heart, taking away the most important part. Qing Dynasty The harem has always been a place of intrigue and strife. To survive, you must learn to read the situation and adapt. Only by going with the wind can you rise to the top. Rou Jia: "Fight or die. The harem has never offered a third choice." Yin Zhen: "I give you love and power. All I ask is that you give your whole heart to me, Aixinjueluo Yin Zhen." Jin Mei: "One day, I will trample everyone who ever mocked me underfoot." Liu Huan: "Do you understand me? If you don't, what gives you the right to change me?" Xin Yue: "If I could start over, I wouldn't want fine clothes and exquisite food, or the status of an imperial consort. I would only wish for peaceful days, lived gently and freely." Lang Huan: "Though I have tasted the warmth and coldness of human nature, I still cannot forget those carefree days of long ago." Zhuo Yi: "Even if the whole world turns its back on you, I will stay by your side, never leaving you." Yin Si: "I was hurt so badly for the sake of an insubstantial dream. In the end, I gained neither the empire nor the beauty. Fortunately, you are still willing to stay by my side. As long as I live, I will keep you safe and carefree for a hundred years." Ru Yi: "If you love someone, don't let go. If you hate someone, don't give up." Yin Reng: "It's precisely because I love so deeply that I fear the hurt it can bring." For the sake of her family, she schemes and plots at every turn, engaging in open and covert battles with the other young women selected for the palace. After entering the Beile's residence, she must tread carefully with every step, terrified that one mistake will lead to another. She must fight for her children, fight for status, and fight for her family. Isn't every day in the Forbidden City just like this, with ministers fighting among themselves and consorts vying for favor? There is no respite. Death is the end of every story. Lady Su's sudden death in the courtyard, Lady Wu's unexplained miscarriage, and the many young ladies who have been unable to conceive for years... What is the truth? Bit by bit, the threads are unraveled, and the truth hidden in the darkness gradually comes to light... Zhao Chuchu, a courtesan of mysterious origins, and Zhou Huiyin, the maid of Rou Jia, whose birth is far from ordinary... They all cast another shadow over this tangled truth. She is the beloved Consort Xi, beautiful and talented, the goddess in the hearts of all men, someone no one can resist. To everyone, she is a young woman "as gentle as water, as beautiful as a celestial maiden among the clouds." But the real her is a wicked woman who murders the emperor's heirs and cruelly harms the other consorts to secure her position. As she steps over heaps of bones to ascend the most exalted throne and look down upon all the people below, will she still remember the big brother who, many years ago, filled her entire courtyard with peach blossoms just because of one jesting remark from her? A history never recorded, a love that transmigrates through time and space.