The Last Concubine

So many years later, when he stood in the blazing fire and saw his dark green eyes, he realized how ridiculous he was. For her, he was willing to put on the phoenix robe, knowing that the dazzling golden color would abruptly cut off everything between them, but he did not look back or hesitate. In that high position, the only thing accompanying him was loneliness and a strand of her silver hair. But when everything should have ended, it was him who smiled, stretched out his hand and said: Come, let's go home... Can you let it go? Love and hatred in the past life, look back and smile in this life. . . That used to be everything to him, that was all he had, but she didn't recognize him and used him as a pawn in the struggle for power; he fell in love with him and valued his happiness higher than that dragon chair. And he himself, holding the memory of his previous life and his beautiful face, where should he go? . .