That day, the peach blossoms were red and the sun was warm. She was like a peach blossom, and she came like this. She accompanies him, helps him gain the throne, and conquer all directions. Because of his rough life and injuries, he was still no match for the emperor's dominance and the elusive elixir of longevity. It was still spring in March, but the peach blossoms were not what they used to be. She was blazing red, like a raging fire under a furnace. The tongue of fire licked her dress, but burned her heart. Do you know that you are sincere and untainted at all?