The world of mortals is vast, the song of departure is just beginning, the blue sky is falling in the yellow spring, we will never forget each other...
The morning mist floated like a gauze in the mountains, and the morning bell of Hongluo Temple rang, startling the zigui on the pine trees to fly away.
I am the daughter of King Jiang, but I grew up in the remote Hongluo Temple. When I walked down from Hongluo Temple, no one expected that one day I would become the Queen of Jiang Kingdom. But after many years, when I returned to Hongluoshan Temple, I was no longer me.
I stand alone on Qixia Peak, looking far into the distance. Thousands of miles away, my husband is waiting for me alone and firmly, looking at me from afar for more than three thousand mornings.
Who did I love in the midst of joys and sorrows? Who has ever loved me?
When the prosperity is gone, who will remember me? Who do I remember?
There were footsteps behind me, and I turned around to see the person clearly. Ten years of time had etched vicissitudes of life on his handsome face.
"Are you here?" I smiled slightly.
"Take you back!" Tears flashed in his eyes.
Intention: In the struggle for power and emotion, everyone has their own persistence, what is right and what is wrong