Peach Blossoms Reflecting Rosy Faces

She was an empress, in name only.

He was an emperor, gentle as the breeze.

She devoted herself to waiting for another man to return from the battlefield,

And he waited for her for half his life.

*The title comes from: "A peach blossom reflects a rosy face; the peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze."

Theme: Fortune rarely walks with us all the way to the door.