In the third year of Da'an, the Son of Heaven toured Jiangzuo. Flutes and banners fluttered, while silk parasols blotted out the sky.
The young emperor took a liking to Yihan and promised her the highest honors and favor.
That day, she thought she had obtained the most precious treasure in the world. Little did she know that entering the palace as a consort would be the beginning of all her nightmares. She would only go farther and farther down the road to the abyss...
In the eyes of others, she was a compassionate bodhisattva, as well as a cruel asura demon who had crawled out of hell.
Theme: Whenever fate grants you something, it must secretly take something away.
Spread the flowers, spread the flowers, spread the flowers, spread the flowers, spread the flowers.
I wish you a happy New Year and happy every day! May your creation always be free, may your love always be hot 🎆[Spreading Flowers]
I wish you a happy New Year and be happy every day 🎆[Spreading Flowers]
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Spread the flowers, spread the flowers, spread the flowers, spread the flowers, spread the flowers.
Spread the flowers, spread the flowers, spread the flowers, spread the flowers, spread the flowers.
Spread the flowers, spread the flowers, spread the flowers, spread the flowers, spread the flowers.