She floated among all the women in the harem - the fragrance of red sleeves under the moonlight in Chang'an. Until a long, long time later, she, who was loved by thousands of people, suddenly looked back, but it was like a dream of a mourning flower. The loneliest thing is now.
And whether it is possible to be happy?
I write about a woman named Zi'an, which has nothing to do with history. She was in the difficult and dangerous harem, intrigues and intrigues, and she was careful at every step. But we can still see that this woman's heart is always kind from beginning to end.