My name is Li Siran. I entered the palace and was granted the title of Beauty at the age of sixteen. The current emperor Qi Xian is only seventeen years old, but he handles state affairs in an orderly manner and is praised by the people as a rare wise king.
Before I entered the palace, I often heard my father praising him, so I liked him since I was a child.
In order to be able to enter the palace, I went around to find out what he liked and disliked. He liked to listen to the opera, so I went to learn it. He liked to listen to the piano, so I asked the best piano master in the capital to teach me. Gradually, I became what they call a talented woman. But I have always had a wish to enter the palace to see him. Even if it is just-- I don't ask for any glory, wealth and power.
I finally entered the palace, but he was nothing like what I remembered...
Yes, he is a wise king and a good emperor, but he is definitely not a good husband. Women in the harem have long known that the emperor is ruthless, but I foolishly look forward to the vows my husband has made for me.
Later, I seemed to have a dream. The story of the dream was that Qi Xian and I fell in love very much and we had a child named Qi Mingxian.
I sometimes think that if we were not in the harem, we would definitely be very happy.
Dreams are always very short-lived. It turns out that I have delusional disorder. I have seen Qi Xian since I entered the palace, and I fell in love with him at that one glance. Because I have studied everything for him. I have been him all my life. The emperor has been the most ruthless since ancient times. Everything is my own imagination. There is no love from Qi Xian. It is just my dream.
Li Siran loves Qi Xian the most, but Qi Xian never remembers Li Siran
I only know that the Li family has a daughter who is proficient in all kinds of music, chess, calligraphy and painting. She is a rare talented woman. As for her name, she has long forgotten her name...
The varying colors of the willows cover the painting building, and the wail of the dawn oriole fills the palace with sorrow. Every year the flowers fall, no one sees them, and the spring spring comes out of the ditch.
Intention: Gongdou