Cool Jade Blossoms on Brocade

In the first year of Chuding, Fu Qingheng ascended the throne. Princess Fu Qingjin was shackled with demon-subduing chains and thrown into the Nine-Dragon Mystic Tower, never to set foot outside again.

That day, alongside the raindrops that struck the ground and raised a hundred feet of dust, a raging fire blazed so fiercely that even the downpour could not extinguish it.

If love is merely an unreachable dream within a dream,

If hatred is merely a chasm one cannot cross upon waking,

If our bond is too shallow to trace beyond a fleeting glance and a thousand years,

Then the unbloomed flowers he once picked for her have long since withered,

And the bright lamp he once lit for her has long since gone dark.

Those loves amid the chaos of war have quietly vanished into this vast, mortal world.

I have seen betrayal and devotion, seen vows in this world fade with the years into sorrow.

Having seen it all, knowing full well that I am trapped in a foolish deception,

Why do I still linger, unable to let go?

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