Chen Ajiao, the queen of the Western Han Dynasty who was full of tragedy.
In a short life, I have witnessed the so-called love that flies into a flame.
She is sensitive, surly, willful, yet so kind.
She loves Wei Qing, and a hidden secret history of the palace is ultimately scarred by the collision of water and fire.
She hated Liu Che, a feeling of oppression brought to her by her natural authority. The fire of freedom is like the spring breeze dyeing the fragrance of the grassland. Isn't there love hidden in the deep hatred besides the pain of imprisonment?
She respects Sima Xiangru and has a close friend like him, which is hard to find in three lifetimes. She knew the love beneath his bright smile, and she was so lucky that she didn't dare to ask for it. He had no choice but to win his love for Zhuo Wenjun, a woman as brave as himself.
I wish for a life without pain, but I wish for a life of pain. Love and hate are difficult to understand, I can only see the nightmare leisurely.