The stars and moon are shining brightly, the flowers are fragrant, the pines and cypresses are evergreen and the water is flowing.
But I am complaining about my boudoir and worrying about my wife, my eyebrows are furrowed and my eyes are hurt.
Pingqiao's body is as delicate as the wind, and her voice is as soft as a murmur.
I have the unique appearance of a royal concubine, so how could I expect that I would live in Shangyang Palace!
Conception: