Hua Qiang has always felt that she owes nothing to anyone.
From getting a hairpin to becoming a concubine to raising a son, every step was planned to help him ascend the throne and support the family.
The emperor who was decisive in killing her planted white roses all over the walls and gardens for her.
The world is envious, the family is grateful, and the merits are complete.
It's a pity that beauties are so lucky.
When she was about to die, the blood stained the white rose tightly. She held it tightly and did not let go.
Why did she suddenly think of the young man who gave her a hairpin?
——"This is how it looks good."
Wild visitors are hanging around the wall, and the flowers on the wall are sparse and shadowy.
The strong wind caused the wall to collapse, and countless flowers fell.
The proud rose, she seemed to have never bloomed for herself.
Intention: Break free from shackles and let a hundred flowers bloom