Yan Qinghua smiled sweetly and walked towards the man in Zichen Hall step by step.
Wearing a formal dress, she is extremely elegant, and wearing red makeup, she looks brilliant.
But she seemed to hear a small, broken sound.
"Maybe it's because I stepped on too much blood, so every time I look back, I'm always scared."
The woman in the bronze mirror has red lips and white teeth, and is young and beautiful, but her mind is depressed and her appearance is no longer beautiful.
"It won't be He Qing Haiyan who is waiting for me. There will be blood and flowers along the way, and I will pay the price for it."
She smiled bitterly and drank the poisonous wine in the cup.
After all the prosperity is over, the warmth and tranquility of those days in town will flow slowly.
Can she have it?
The red sleeves have faded away from the dust, and the green clothes are flying in the wind.
The beautiful buildings and jade buildings will eventually become empty, and the prosperity will never return.