On that day, the woman with plum makeup and a red wedding veil embroidered with gold threads walked with that man across the four archways of loyalty, filial piety, etiquette, and forgiveness to worship heaven and earth. She was not her.
At that time, the man wanted to address her as "His Royal Highness", but he called her by her first name. Ah Li, Ah Li, isn't it nice to call it that?
That year, the country was not hers, the country was not hers, and the empress in bright yellow clothes next to her was not hers either.
The man was finally willing to call her Ali, but she seemed not to hear him. He stroked the fiery red fur of the fox in his arms, "Ali, I'm hungry." She bent her eyes and held his hand, "Are you hungry?" Let's go home.
In that life, she had never thought about a future without that person, and she didn't know that that person's future was never hers.
Abandoning her means no destiny; losing her means no blessing. She once thought that she was not blessed, but fortunately she still had him, accompanying her with songs and wine, and accompanying her as she grew old.
The world has never heard of flowers interpreting words, but now we can see jade producing fragrance; the creation of the heavenly palace is unimaginable, and it is infinitely wonderful.