In the late autumn of the thirteenth year of Zhaode, the coolness was in full swing. An assassination targeting the Queen of the Central Palace happened quietly and ended quietly.
There is a saying:
The wind abides in the dust and the fragrant flowers are gone. I am tired of combing my hair day and night.
Things are different and people are not the same. Everything stops. If you want to speak, you will shed tears first.
Intention: Everyone has his own ambitions