He is a young emperor, a man of literary and military skills, naturally cold and cold, and he has always had a peerless beauty in his heart that he admires.
She was a member of a traitorous general's family, her flowers and willows were ruined, her family was ruined, but she fell in love with the person she should least love.
In the faint fragrance of gardenia, the woman in white standing curled up is doomed to a lifetime of love.
Perhaps the right and wrong of all this has been doomed from the beginning.
It's a bit of a noob, written with power and strategy, so don't enter if you don't like it.