The world belongs to deceased relatives.
This is a story about a mortal whose merits are so strong that he can become a god.
For her sake, give alms.
Cause and effect trace back, and the world belongs to it.
Excerpt↓
Recently, she often wears light clothes and no makeup and is bedridden. But this morning she quietly changed into a red palace dress to celebrate Luan Zhengzhong's downfall in advance. In the afternoon, she drew her eyebrows and applied makeup herself. I also specially chose bright red lipstick to ensure that I smell like a female ghost.
Looking at the person in the mirror, she smiled softly. There was indifference in her eyes, and her makeup and clothes made her smile even more eerie.
In the afternoon, soldiers with blood-stained armor came into the harem and took away all the concubines and ladies. Chuolan Palace was no exception. However, the owner here is not as embarrassed as the other palace.
Concubine Yiting is dressed in red, with a leisurely gait and graceful grace.
(Demining: 1. We can discuss plot conflicts, but don't delve into more professional stuff.
2. There is cp, but it is not the main line. The male protagonist appears randomly and is sometimes absent.
3. The heroine's perspective is a bit Mary Sue, and may be a bit subversive in supporting roles, although I don't want to have this tendency.
4. The background frame is large, so don't worry about it, just write the background introduction on a whim. )
Intention: Only when you are strong can you be truly powerful