In Nuo Da's harem, he doted on her in every possible way, and she indulged in his warm arms. When she was favored, her peerless elegance surpassed that of the queen. But how can I think of being east of Hedong in thirty years and west of Hexi in thirty years? When things change and people change, a web of conspiracy quietly envelopes them. The prosperous world is filled with mist and mist of the past. Hold your hand and grow old together. In the end, I found out that it was all fake. The imperial career is picturesque, I have no complaints or regrets...