In the sixteenth year of Qingyuan, the moon was bright that night, and the moonlight cast like the Milky Way on the glazed tiles. Under the crimson palace wall, a man walked slowly, wearing a green lotus-colored cross-collar skirt and a crow-green mandarin. The ram-horn palace lantern in his hand swayed slowly in the wind. The faint light brought a little hope in the dark night before dawn. This day was the day Ziqiao left the palace, and it was also the day she could see outside the palace for the first time in this dynasty.
What will happen in the future is unknown
Intention: Inspirational, house fighting, officialdom, emotion