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Ninety thousand miles of sky, the wind makes shadows, the Beidou Yao Palace is bitterly cold for thousands of years, the golden crows are looking for shadows, shining all over the mountains and rivers, and the high buildings alone, overlooking the wind and waves everywhere. Huachai, jade, rising in power, phoenix perched on the phoenix tree, perhaps from the moment they stepped into the palace gate, they were destined not to live for themselves. "Well done, Madam. I, along with all the concubines from all the palaces, wish you a long life."