It was late at night, and the lights in Yuming Palace flickered, reflecting a pair of cold eyes. Fusang's slender fingers swept over the pages of the book, lightly touching the pen and ink and scanning carefully.
Behind the Huayang Palace is the inaccessible Wushuang Pavilion. The interior of the pavilion is exquisitely decorated but has been dusty and uninhabited for many years. There is a picture scroll hanging under the wooden window, which is said to be the former beloved wife of His Highness Fuso.
Such a serious-minded little Highness, few people remember him as young, frivolous, elegant and unrestrained. Life, separation and death, separated by heaven and earth, everything is silent. There are only two words on the plaque on the pavilion.
"Unparalleled"