The wind on the mountain is very strong, and it brings the smell of distant places.
There are floating clouds and objects in the sky, and each one has its own story.
What about my story?
The breeze is speechless, only the traces of ten years and the heart of ten years.
One sentence introduction: How the empress was raised. (PS The drama of the power struggle in the palace comes later, and it is a bit slow. This article is not strictly about female supremacy, but only about women being in power, similar to Wu Zetian becoming emperor in the Tang Dynasty.)