On the ninth day of the second lunar month in the tenth year of Yongzheng's reign, An Lingrong, the oriole concubine, was pregnant and having a drink with the emperor in the Yanxi Palace. She sensitively smelled the warm and fragrant scent of foxtail lily. At this moment, Lingrong secretly made a decision in her heart, but like a butterfly flapping its wings, it disturbed the future direction...
Intention: When you come, there is a sound, when you leave, there is no speech, it is like clouds and rain.