There are no great heroes in this world, everyone is fragile.
The people in the palace are like hedgehogs, sometimes showing their weak hearts, sometimes showing their hard edge, which is difficult to fathom.
Within the red wall, who is true or false, and who has never been a passer-by in someone's life.
Fighting for power and intrigue, undercurrents surging.
Everything Wen Liang believed in quietly collapsed here.
The Wen Dynasty, whether it was prosperous or overturned, was like a dream.
This is a dream.