Who Will the Flowers Fall For?

When Ronghua appears, the realm falls into chaos, and the Five Emperors mourn.

"The peach tree blooms, its blossoms brilliant." Must one spend a lifetime of splendor loving a single person?

Robes flutter, radiance flows, and a beauty's temples turn gray. Who is sighing? Whose tears fall upon splendid robes? Beneath the treacherous, ever-changing palace court, who is the player holding the strings?

This is a rousing march.

She thought.

Cruelty, heartlessness, bloodshed, slaughter, death...

What kind of decay lies concealed beneath layer upon layer of mist?

The war has not yet begun, and the curtain has not yet risen;

Already, she can smell the blood spreading...