She is the saint of the country, an important minister of the court, the master of the harem, the king's woman... She exists, but is nothing.
She has experienced hundreds of battles, wears a horse and a military uniform, she has red makeup, pink and black, and a beautiful crown. She is the treasure in the king's heart, but she is also the deepest enemy.
He once said that if you have three thousand pieces of weak water, you only need one gourd to drink it.
She was silent and gave him a smile that captivated all living beings. Because of his words, he rode alone, took the enemy general's head, and made a pledge of love with him.
He also said that the king's responsibility to the world does not lie in personal affairs. She was still speechless, turned and left, leaving the red candle swaying, reflecting the pairs of figures in the tent.
The hatred of her superiors overflowed when she woke up, and she walked away, leaving him there, crying in sorrow.
She is loved by thousands of people while she is alive;
She passed away as a heroic spirit who protected the country. No one can enjoy her honor. She will always sleep in the place closest to him. She is - a good woman.