This is an era of blood and fire, love and hate; this is a period of history that is far away from us today; this is a heart-stirring and majestic chapter; this is a legend of right and wrong, right and wrong, that makes people happy, but also makes people melancholy; this is just a story...
She was a legendary woman in history; she was extremely young and beautiful, and worked hard all her life just for the Qing Dynasty... In the end, she ended up alone, with her husband, lover, and son leaving her one after another...
She was a talented woman of a generation who served her and him loyally all her life; she was not afraid of hardships and dangers; she stayed away from her parents, relatives, brothers and sisters; she abandoned all emotions away from herself; just to explain to history and future generations... But she got an ancient Buddha lying alone with a green lantern, leaving only the empty space to be lamented by future generations...
He, they, fought through mountains of swords and seas of fire, even killing each other, even if they died nine times, they never regretted it, just for the supreme power... But it turned out that they were all morning dew, a dream...
Thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, romantic figures throughout the ages, finally turned into that grain of dust, a wave...
The man has gone, and the river is long. I wonder who has commented on the merits and demerits of the past thousand years...