The once happy and joyful princess became a prisoner overnight, and the pale memories of the past were smeared into blood. Who ignited the flames of revenge? Who wants to drag her into the abyss of eternal destruction, who has been silently supporting her, and who has been lovingly caring for her after taking advantage of her in every possible way? When the love of a beautiful woman encounters the hegemony of the country, can we just sigh and feel helpless? When sincerity encounters calculation, when conspiracy encounters love, who can you trust in the end? When this love has turned gray, we regret it. The Buddha said that there has never been anything that has not been swallowed up by impermanence, from the place of non-perception to the King of Wheels. For this world, I paid you my youth and youth, and you promised me a lifetime of glory. And those fleeting loves are just the most extravagant madness in this splendid and prosperous world.
When they first met, Yan Xihuang was the beloved princess, while Yan Duanjue was the hostage sent to the palace by the vassal king. Overnight, their identities were changed. He was the prince, and she was the surviving daughter of the previous dynasty in the cold palace.
The encounter with Qi Chuchen should be regarded as a beautiful encounter, but in the end, it was still bloody calculation and exploitation.
I can only sigh why we can't meet each other. At the beginning of the flowers blooming, you and I were both such beautiful young people, with beautiful dreams, growing old together.