When Rong Hua comes out, the world is in chaos and the five emperors are in mourning.
The beauty of a peach is as bright as its beauty. Do you want to devote all your life to loving someone?
The clothes are flying, the glory is flowing, the red face and temples, who is sighing? Who sheds tears on the beautiful clothes? In the ever-changing and treacherous palace, who is the long-term chess player?
This is a high-spirited march.
She thought.
Cruel, ruthless, bloody, killing, death...
What kind of decadence is hidden under the heavy fog?
The war has not yet begun, the curtain has not yet been drawn;
She could already smell the spreading blood...