That day, Di Renjie, Shangguan Wan'er and I stood on the city gate tower, looking at the clusters of fiery red pomegranate flowers outside the city walls, and we were silent for a long time.
"Wan'er, come back to us! At least, it's not too late now."
"No! Taiping, you are from the Li Tang family, but I am destined to live in the fate of others. I promised Xian that I would live well..."
I already feel that a storm is coming. I am very scared. I am afraid that my relatives and friends will disappear from me one by one. I seem to have seen her, wearing a fiery red pomegranate skirt, walking towards the farthest step step by step, but I am powerless.
This is a historical tragedy that is unknown but touches the soul; a series of treacherous and cruel palace struggles between family affection and love.
Groups of women wearing red makeup rushed forward like moths. After once reaching the highest peak of power, they were drowned by the torrent of history.