Meimou

People's hearts are unpredictable, red walls and palaces are deep, Who knows the sadness and hatred buried in her charming eyes; Power is overthrown, and intrigues and intrigues arise. Who knows that there are many scabs and scars on her hands that stir up the wind and clouds; The smoke of war, the chaos of times, Who knows the sincerity hidden in her sinister smile? The long smoke is gone, and the bright moon is thousands of miles away. Let's see how the strange woman puts aside the past, strategizes, eradicates the traitors, and uses her own wisdom and blood to pave a path of epic revenge.