In the past, Xi Tong was carefree and carefree in the Lin Mansion, and never cared about the words of alchemists who had their own divine will. But from the Lin Mansion to Jiangnan, and then to the Zhaohe Palace where the sky can be seen in all directions... Another autumn, the parasol trees fell, and the maple trees in the imperial city were stained with blood. Lying alone in the cold imperial mausoleum, Qin Shiyu, have you ever had any regrets?
Determination: I am willing to resist this inescapable fate for the rest of my life.