The breeze is like a breeze but not a breeze
It feels like liking but not love
I give myself to you wholeheartedly
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Emperor
You have made my concubine suffer so much.
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This year's plum blossoms are blooming particularly red, seeming to be telling some injustice.
Separated by a wall, we yearn for the life outside the wall, but what if we are destined to have a harem? If there is an afterlife
It would be better to die than join the emperor's family. It's really great to be an ordinary person...
Intent: A battle between the concubines in the harem for high status