She was dressed in purple, had a perfect face, and a curvy figure that captivated the city with her dance. . . In order to survive, she can only commit herself to becoming a singing prostitute.
He, with a folding fan and jade brocade robe, held flowers and smiled just for her.
He met her who was running away.
He and her only looked at each other. . .
He took her into the house, raised her in the house, and grew up with her. . . What's the importance of gold-threaded clothes? She looked down upon the glory and wealth of this world, she only wanted his life for the rest of her life.
The pressure from his family forced him to struggle between family affection and love.
If you can't promise me a lifetime, why do you make me wait for you forever? . . Who can know what will happen in the next life? Falling flowers are also ruthless. . . It's not an understatement. The figure who left with his hands was still dressed in purple.
He was no longer the arrogant young master in everyone's eyes while guarding her who was about to float away.
For the sake of a woman, the brothers turned against each other.
Weapons meet.
With beauty that captivates the country, can she resist the temptation of power?
What is going on in your heart when you hand over your beloved to the emperor?
With a humble status, how can I be the concubine of a prince?
"Zi Huan, I want the world."
"Then I will help you conquer the world."
Although Qingyang is beautiful, it is not one millionth as good as yours.
She was by my side, but never touched her in the slightest.
A momentary thought can ruin a lifetime.
If you're not here, what's the point of keeping me?
The flowers naturally fall and the water flows naturally.