My name is Iris, and they all say that the ever-lasting lanterns I made are extremely beautiful. The ink spreads on the fine silk, and the dark blue iris quietly blooms on it and lights up the ever-lasting light, keeping an endless watch.
When he looked at me, I seemed to see the joy in his eyebrows. He called me Iris, so I was destined to be called Iris all my life.
King Shangyang told me that his name is Nangong Jige, and he is the most favored young highness in the Yan Kingdom, and I am just a piece of chess in his hand.
He said that my beautiful face would definitely capture the heart of the current king. He also told me that if it was no use, he would kill me.
What I want in this life is nothing more than freedom, but what is blocking me is not the vermilion palace gate, nor the towering palace wall, but the insurmountable gap between you and me.
When spring arrives in Changmen, the spring grass is green, and some of the Jiangmei seeds are broken and have not bloomed evenly.
The green cloud cage grinds the jade into dust, leaving behind the dream of dawn and shocking the spring.
The shadows of flowers weigh heavily on the door, and the sparse curtains cover the pale moon. It's a good dusk.
I lost Dongjun three times in the second year and returned, intending to spend this spring
Intention: Positive and not afraid of difficulties
