She moved from the arms of the person she thought she was to the luxurious palace wall. From then on, the deep meaning of love was no more than a light "A Thousand Years Old Empress". The deep love they had in the past was reflected in these four simple words, and they became strangers who looked at each other with taboos.
Today, many years later, Fuxu, wearing a white cloak, stood on the highest point of the vermilion palace wall and looked at the dilapidated official gate, which was overgrown with weeds. There, Zeng Jin carried all the expectations of her youth, and crushed them all under the emperor's will. His white cloak made a sound, beating her heart without any remaining warmth.