She is like the moon in the water, so beautiful that it is difficult to get.
She spent her whole life serving the country, the people, and the people of the world, without ever thinking about herself. For the sake of her country, she put on her battle armor, left her pavilion, and said goodbye to her parents; for her people, she risked her life to remonstrate, but became a prisoner and suffered all kinds of torture. For the sake of the peace of the dynasty, she missed the arrogant man who was like an immortal; for the fate of her family, she put her handkerchief on her face and married into a foreign country, ruining her life.
The person she loved the most became a wound in her heart; the country she desperately defended turned out to be a conspiracy. . .
How should she control her own destiny? Should she continue to mislead herself, or should she fight for herself and let go?
He is like a bright moon; he is like a blazing flame; he is like a flowing water.
This life is too glorious, but also too sad. The world of mortals only lasts a few times. I just want peace of mind.