He had put him in a dilemma, causing him eternal pain and embarrassment.
Hate? It must be hate...
But why do you still want to stay with him? What are you expecting?
He once promised him ten miles of red makeup, but in the end everyone in the world laughed at him. A concubine is a concubine, and she will never be on the stage!
"Your Majesty, the flowers are blooming, go and take a look."
"Your Majesty, I petition to go to the battlefield and hope that your Majesty will grant it."
"Your Majesty..."
I only complain that the magnolia will not bloom until next spring, and I can only accompany His Majesty here.
Mochiyi x Lu Yuan
Concept: Withered branches can't wait for midsummer, and the wind of the wrong season can't wait for flowers to bloom.