"The bright moon does not know the pain of separation and hatred, and the slanting light penetrates Zhuhu at dawn." The red walls and green tiles of Manggong reflect the sorrow of countless women. I don't belong here, but I have been trapped for a lifetime. I don't know if it's because of that era. At that time, people could get married even if they were not in love. I touched the walls of Weiyang Palace, and I also tried to look at the world outside the roof. I couldn't help but say that this roof is really high. It's so high that it has trapped me and the people here for the rest of their lives. Each of us is a victim of the struggle for power, which is nothing more than checks and balances. But whenever I realize that I exist for checks and balances, I still can't help but feel... Since I can't avoid execution, then I just beg to never meet that man again in my next life!
I watched the moon slowly put down my hand, maybe I also put down my heart.
Concept: Why do women in the harem compete for favor?