Life is like a dream.
Ordinary people wake up from a dream of death, and the traces of their whole life are all on the other side of the Naihe Bridge. From then on, there is no worries about love and hate.
Maybe he just accidentally knocked over Meng Po's soup bowl
A few sporadic relationships unfolded as we entered this life.
In the dream of his first life, he was a charming and pampered concubine.
In the dream of the second life, he is the eternal emperor who has been praised throughout the ages.
A dispute in that life, a regret in that life, a haze in this life
How should he choose?
People die, but dreams continue