The diary of a ghostly little queen
He is the king and she is the queen.
In the Jinluan Palace, he is a puppet on strings, playing games with powerful ministers, every step of the way is difficult. Under the swing, he is her young man, so charming and romantic that he can be included in the painting.
In the Changqiu Palace, she was a happy elf, keeping company with the birds and breathing freely. In front of the Changle Palace, she was an unwanted child, silently licking her wounds.
His first sentence was "Follow me," and she followed her all her life. His second sentence, "Don't be afraid," gave her the courage to endure loneliness.
She likes to swing, and he loves her brisk laughter; she likes to fly wooden kites, and he loves her bright smile; she writes poems and rhymes, and he ghostwrites them with a knife; she puts on rouge, and he makes flower mud.
When the wind blows, he adds clothes for her; when it rains, he holds an oil umbrella for her.
The imperial power is overwhelming, the most heart-warming love in the palace, my childhood sweetheart, waiting for you to grow up.