After the death of the first empress, she finally became the empress. The old people who used to hide in the residence may have died or become claustrophobic, and she was the only one left. She finally got her long-cherished wish and ascended to the throne. She pursued power all her life, but was also trapped by it. Just because she was bullied as a child, she vowed to be above all people. When she climbed to the top step by step for power, she was no longer herself, she was the queen. In this deep palace, she and the emperor were the only two who understood each other best. The two of them stood at the highest peak through all the obstacles, not daring to let go of each other's hand for fear of falling into the abyss, and not daring to embrace each other for fear of dying at the other's hands. Perhaps she had regretted it for a moment and envied ordinary people, but back in the day she still chose to marry into the royal family, because power was like a flower blooming in blood, which was difficult to let go of. She has always wanted to experience this life, but why are the tears glistening in the corners of her eyes?
Sighing on the world, there is only one fly in the ointment, so I can't believe it now!
Intention: not to write