I hate being alone, so I want to find someone to rely on...
However, being born into an emperor's family is neither allowed nor allowed.
Put the wine in the wind, the lingering and charming sound, the wine is full of anger and infatuation, and the falling red is like crepe. That's it... Don't take everything to heart, it will all come to nothing in the end, so just let it go... After drinking Meng Po soup and jumping into the Wangchuan River, who can still remember the love and hatred in the previous life?
I will still be alone in the next life...