"I give you the name Yuan"
A pot of wine, a sword, a bouquet of flowers, a white silk ribbon, and a line of clear tears.
It was her big day, but she was kneeling outside the main hall in mourning clothes.
A palace wall, a lifetime, a lifetime. Unintentional people talk about love.
That night on the Jiuqu Bridge, he held her in his arms and promised in his ears, "I promise you Chang'an for the rest of your life."
A mountain, a bamboo house, an acre of field, a pair of people, life after life.
In the Weiyang Palace, she was covered in scars while protecting the man behind her. The emperor was furious and pointed at her and yelled, "I will give you the Changan you want for the rest of your life."
The gangster moved in love with me, but I am not a good person. I wish my son would find a couple and live without any disputes in the world.
Her home was destroyed, and as a princess of the Huns, she was used like a chess piece in exchange for reconciliation. On the night when the Huns were destroyed, she committed suicide in front of the main hall of Weiyang Palace wearing her wedding dress and the three-foot white silk silk given by the emperor...
She once told him that what she wanted in this life was not much, but peace, a loved one by her side, and an ordinary life.
That story that was buried by history, that concubine that was not recorded in the history books, that heart-stirring love and hate.