That year, Xiliu was sixteen years old.
That year, her smile was as beautiful as a flower, brilliant and flawless.
Stepping into this vermilion gate, the palace wall is deep, trapping the apricot blossoms for several springs.
Cheng Huan fell in love with her, but she didn't know that the harem was full of blood and intrigues.
The beauty is ruined.
The three thousand people with green hair are so worried that they just want the king to laugh.
Humiliation and hatred finally destroyed her heart.
And the person who had been by her side just gently held her hair back.
Xiliu heard her say, I know how much you hate it.
Me too.
It's just that you still have me.
Just let me devote the whole world to you.
In the end, I won this world, but without you, what's the point of keeping this world?
Our encounter is destined to be an irreparable tragedy...