Brother said: I will come back and marry you.
He said: I will make you my concubine for the rest of my life.
Grandma said: Everything is fate and destined.
She said: My concubine, Wang Zhaojun, obeys your order.
From then on, smoke and willows painted bridges, wind curtains and green curtains no longer had anything to do with her.
Since then, the setting sun over the long river, the solitary smoke in the desert, and the peerless appearance have all turned into a lonely soul in the desert.
Just because she is Wang Zhaojun.
Conception: