Inside the heavily closed palace doors, the yellowed fallen leaves danced and swirled with the cool autumn wind, drifting into the thick palace walls and entering the courtyard of the concubine.
The flowers and fruits were sparse, the flowers were withered, and the imperial garden was a desolate and dilapidated scene.
The bamboo shadows are dense, and they have already entered hibernation first.
The autumn wind blows, and the bamboo forest is still silent and deathly, exuding the decaying smell of the tomb.
"Hibiscus, rose, peony, lilac, crabapple, impatiens, willow, walnut, datura, five-leaf plum-"
A woman's nervous voice followed the cold autumn wind and fell into the locked doors of the harem.