I remember that when I first met her, Qingfeng and Fengling were still on good terms. On my father's fifty-sixth birthday that year, envoys from various countries came to congratulate him. I heard that Fengling had sent King Linlang. She dressed as a palace maid and ran outside the palace to take a peek. In the crowd, he was dressed in white as snow, as quiet as a virgin, with three thousand black hair spread out behind him. During the exchange of greetings, the man raised his glass and drank. Looking sideways, his eyes met, and they could see the slightest surprise in the other person's eyes.
Feng Liyuan, who was young at that time, smiled at herself, and in an instant she was the only one left in the world. Isn't that what it takes to conquer a country and conquer a city?