"Are you going to leave me alone on the grassland?" Her frightened eyes, like those of a young deer, froze the moonlit night. "
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"To me, she is a piece of waste and worthless. "Upstairs in Leng Xing, he was lonely but coquettish, glaring coldly at the snow-covered mountains and rivers. He paused for a moment, just for a moment, on the dejected and thin figure in the snow.
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"I must seize the throne, and Yin Minxu must die. As for you, wish yourself well! "He slammed the door and left, leaving her alone, stunned.
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"Then I'll give Yu Ji one last chance to pierce me with this sword! "..."You can't bear to part with it, right? Very good." He curled his lips and smiled, a combination of evil charm and gentleness that was confounding but made people shudder. "Then when my army is approaching, you, the noble empress dowager, will either hang yourself on the tower to die for the late emperor, or lie down on this bed and wait for 'me' to be lucky. "
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The red wall is as high as the top and as blazing as blood. In the splendid palace, many conspiracies and disputes are hidden, and several love and hatred are covered up.
There is a saying that in the deep palace, there are only the blood of losers, but not the tears of winners.
So, should those who climb to the top live without blood or tears?
"Hold your hand and grow old together with me. "In the deep palace shrouded by desire and power, there will also be people chanting about this eternity that is elusive but unattainable? Imperial power disputes, emotional entanglements, constant cutting, and chaos of grievances and hatreds. In the turbulent years of the early days of the founding of a dynasty, where should people involved in the torrent of history go?
She has reached the pinnacle of power step by step, looking back at the old road with blood marks every step of the way.
He has gone from being uninhibited and indulgent to being the most powerful person in the world, from drinking tea and playing the piano to fighting and fighting, everything has changed. He was not what he originally intended. It was her good fortune and his misfortune.
They are on the cusp of imperial power, but they are also trapped in the whirlpool of obsession. How to choose, how to escape, how to forget...
And after the smoke cleared, what was left?
Is it a solo mourning song in a luxurious jade palace, a long-lost vow, or a lonely and desolate heart?
Nothing to know, nothing to lament.