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If she were not the woman named Nangong Chi Nian, she would not have suffered the pain of separation and death. Six years later, she was still the noble, peach blossom-like woman, but she had a soul-breaking sword in her hand. It started out as nothing more than a power game, with him sparing her relatives and her giving up her throne. But I don't know when, everything changed. Zixun, Zixun, Chu Wenzong, who is loved by the people, does he love her or the world in his heart? Everyone knows that the head of the Murong family has a heart like a sharp knife, his face once made the moonlight eclipse, and he conquered the Thirteen Continents alone. He has the world at his fingertips, but he can only sigh: If I plant peach blossoms in Tingzhou, will you come back? Once the storm surged, she held the world in hand with the one she loved most, and buried her past with the one who loved her most. The king is also a mote of dust, floating and sinking in the world. Three lifetimes of suffering, three lifetimes of happiness.