The Concubine Is Poisonous

[One sentence introduction] The unscrupulous woman seduces the "rich second generation", the little thief PKs the cold-faced king, strong men + strong women + palace fights + house fights [Introduction to the sadistic version] Kill all the crows in the three thousand worlds, and sleep with you until dawn. That night, the hibiscus tent was warm and the begonia was deep in spring. He promised with a smile: "If I win your love, I will be born with the same color." She believed her, but she didn't expect that sharing the hardships was no match for the rumors and old love. In the silence of the palace wall, she failed to save her child, and watched her maidservant die tragically, and watched her father wander between life and death due to being framed by others. The sisters who once protected each other with their lives turned into blades, ruthlessly destroying the fragile trust between her and him. "We have come a long way, but we are still no match for Qin Sutong!" The soaring fire in Meiwu Courtyard finally drowned her face. [Introduction to the Literary Edition] Her marriage was a joke in the entire imperial capital, and it was also a game between the emperor and the powerful. The woman who once dominated the capital overnight, quickly rose up and fell silent with the raging fire ten years ago. Everyone knows that Liu Ruoxue, the eldest daughter of the Liu family, is beautiful and talented, but little does anyone know that the youngest daughter of the Liu family has hidden secrets and beauty. That night was full of glory and splendor. She was emotionally connected and had a sharp blade of revenge. He was troubled and had a hidden defensive mind. They walked forward in the turbulent flow of desire for power. He was attracted by her elegance, and she was beguiled by his warmth, but she didn't want to share the hardships, but she couldn't resist the rumors and lingering old love. So, she gave up and left, and he became depressed. Seeing each other again many years later, he was sitting in the imperial pavilion, drinking alone, while she was walking in the dim light of the country, and the handsome and unruly young man in the past had transformed into a wealthy prince. The mountains and rivers are picturesque. On one side is the mutual sympathy in the wind and rain, and on the other side is the love for each other in the wind and frost. What is left behind in the world, whose eternal alliance and eternal vows are left behind, and whose fleeting clouds?