She was once the girl in red who picked peach blossoms for her, and also the "little marquis" who confronted her tit for tat in the court.
A marriage certificate, a plan, and under the red makeup, there is a tacit drama between two people.
Until the war broke out at the border, she put on armor and went to war, guarding the country with her flesh and blood.
She rushed over on horseback, but only received a blood-stained jade pendant and a promise that was too late to be fulfilled...
At the end of the prosperous age, she ascended to the throne, but she could only drink a cup of bitter wine alone under the peach blossoms every year, which no one else would drink together.
It turns out that hate is an illusion, and the end of the entanglement of love and hate is to lose the one you love forever for the rest of your life.
Concept: Hate is a derivative of love, but love itself does not need to be defined!