She, a third-class slave with no talent, no virtue, no beauty, was sent to fight with the wolves because of a joke. She couldn't help herself in the whirlpool of fate. Only the peach blossoms and willow banks in the south of the Yangtze River supported her to survive, just to take another look...
He was the emperor who wanted to be at the top of the world, how could he allow a humble woman to be at the top of his heart? Those days with her were when he was most embarrassed and vulnerable, and they were the memories he wanted to erase the most, so she had to die...
Finally, she finally went to the south of the Yangtze River and was buried on the bank of peach blossoms and willows, and he finally understood the most secret love in his heart...
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On a spring outing, the apricot blossoms are blowing all over the head. Whose young man is very romantic on the street? I plan to marry him off. Even if I am abandoned, I can't be ashamed.