Tang. Zhenguan.
Chang'an City's Zhuque Street is bustling with people coming and going. Men wear futou robes and women's skirts are gorgeous. A scene of prosperity.
The nobles are elegant and elegant, wearing long-sleeved shirts.
Under the bustling halo, little red tears drop in people's hearts.
Sky. Land. People. Ghost.
She is a female path who has awakened from a thousand-year slumber. Skin like ice and snow, stunning appearance. The red lips pursed, revealing a cold smile.
She is the daughter of Emperor Taizong of the Tang Dynasty. Kind and lovely girl. Gentle and reserved. With a healing smile.
Chang'an under the moon. The top of the Mingtang. Fragrance in the mirror. Red sleeves among flowers.
A smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and she lightly opened her red lips...
Curse.