The most beautiful oiran in the capital died on a snowy wedding day, and the high-spirited young prince in the capital turned gray.
Everyone said that the oiran was unlucky and could not handle this unprecedented wealth, but only the young prince knew that his lover died in a conspiracy, which included himself.
"Honglang! If you don't blame me, can you come and meet me in your dream!"
"Honglang! I can't find you. Even the memories will be slowly forgotten."
I died, in the heavy snow, on the day I married the person who loved me most. I clearly felt the arrow piercing my chest. I saw him stumbling towards me. It's strange. Why do you feel so uncomfortable when you're clearly just using me?
Concept: The world is in tatters and there are always people who will mend it for another three years.