The world knows that in Jiutian Palace, the imperial power is supreme, but no one knows that there is nothing they can do, and they feel unwilling to do so.
The queen passed away, and King An forced her into the palace. The eldest princess, Li Moran, dyed her mourning clothes red.
Xunbai, a person without a surname, a tree without a source, holds great power, and is firmly seated in the West Factory.
There are quarrels in the court, and deadly swords in the martial arts field.
Three thousand roses and thousands of fireworks linger in our dreams.
The drums are beating, the flags are fluttering, and love and hate are entangled.
The difference between high and low, the difference between cloud and mud, if God is ruthless, how can we force it.
Xunbai couldn't figure out whether the emperor was ruthless or his lover was ruthless.
Li Moran and Xun Bai are monarchs and ministers, confidants, and lovers, but they are not lovers.
Who is succeeding at every step in this relationship, and who loses everything with one careless move.
It's another year when the willows are painting the bridge, and the spring breeze is like lingering affection, floating into the Jiutian Palace.
Purpose: Peace in the world