The twelfth year of Yuanchang in the Beilin Dynasty
It's cold dew in early spring, the mist and rain are as thin as silk, and the willow trees are covered with new branches. The spring grass is as green as the grass, and the breeze is blowing. Flowers are blooming, springs are tinkling, birds are singing and flowers are fragrant, warblers are dancing and butterflies are flying, and spring swallows are returning to their nests.
It's February in early spring, when it's warm and then cold.
A weak ray of sunlight shines on the golden glazed tiles. Under the cornices and brackets, the high-pitched and long voice of the eunuch is heard in the corridor. From time to time, young and beautiful women walk into the main hall, and then leave in a moment to rest in the side hall. But their expressions were very different. Some were covering their faces and crying, while others were beaming.
Under the distant colonnade...
