"Fragrant path. Celestial mud and moist rain."
The joys and sorrows within the red wall, the endless story in a lifetime.
Perhaps a hundred years later, that mixed story of light and dark will be sealed in the dust and dispersed, leaving only a plain narrative that compares with the merits and demerits of this life, and a cold status and posthumous title.
But this story is just to record in words the women who once struggled and obsessed over. They spent their whole lives in this place, loving and hating power.
[The story is not my original work. It was a story written by a group of little sisters who wrote a play together in the past. Many adjustments and changes have been made, but the main plot and characters are still the same as the play at that time.
My writing style is a bit poor, I am considered a novice. Please forgive me for the slightly clumsy writing.
Just use the background, don't go into detail.
The title of the country is Xuanyou, and the emperor appears much less than the concubines, because it is basically a story about women.
I hope you enjoy these stories that we have written with so much emotion.
Concept: a mixture of light and dark within the red wall.
