Xingyun stroked his face in the mirror, feeling something indescribable. Don't live as a woman in the next life, and your happiness and suffering will follow others for a hundred years. Being born as a woman, why do you need to talk so much and think so much about the many disasters and tribulations you are experiencing today?
Even if they are as beautiful as flowers, how can they survive the passage of time?
How many more storms can her youth and her youth endure?
There is also a palace maid singing quietly outside the curtain, her voice gentle, like a new oriole emerging from the valley.
A businesswoman doesn't know how to hate the country's subjugation! It is the same in ancient and modern times. But this is the palace!