I am a banyan tree.
A thousand-year-old banyan tree growing in the center of the imperial garden.
I know all the secrets here.
The palace maids and eunuchs, the abandoned concubines and guards, the princes and princesses, the three thousand concubines, the emperor and the queen, hers, his, theirs.
I know everything, but I say nothing. I know the ugliness of the emperor, and the bitterness of the humble servant.
No secret can be hidden from my eyes. Among all living beings, I am the only one who is independent from the floating world.
For thousands of years, I have watched this palace grow and blossom. Whether it is a change of dynasties or a legitimate son seizing the throne, they will eventually turn into a cup of dust and disperse in the wind. I am afraid that I am the only one who truly endures.
It doesn't seem right to say that. I am just a banyan tree that has lived for too long. How can I be considered a human being?
My ending will be to become an immortal, but I will never become a "human being".
[A God who reincarnated and encountered all kinds of ridiculous people or things in the mortal world. Of course, this God refers to our heroine┑(￣Д￣)┍But now she is just a happy silly monster~ Or a ten thousand year old silly monster! ! The ending is 1 versus 1, HE... Probably. .