The gentle wind made people sleepy, and Rong Yin's thoughts drifted back to the distant past.
Someone told her that this path is set, but it's up to you how you go. Some were walking, some were jumping, and some were sitting in cars and riding horses.
Yes, the choice is all up to me.
PS. As you get older, you can no longer tolerate abuse. The original intention of writing a novel is to fulfill your own selfish desires.
The emperor, empress, decent, and wise cp are all reunited.
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