Song of Mourning for the Bright Moon

The disputes in the palace have always been treacherous, with hidden murderous intentions... The Queen Mother: "This is how life is. Being patient for a while does not mean that you can calm down, take a step back, and see the vast sea and sky. Sometimes the more you give in, the more others will bully you. On the contrary, if you retaliate at the right time, even if you lose everything in the future, you will definitely have no regrets." ... Shangguan Mingyue: "Everyone says that when Wang Zhaojun left Hanting and endured all the hardships at the frontier, I would like to feel lucky for her. I am lucky that she can leave this earthly purgatory surrounded by high walls. Don't you see, Chen A Jiao, the three-foot-long gate is dead, you don't see it, Wei Zifu, the dead bones are buried beside Tongbai Pavilion, you don't see it, Zhao Jieyu has been in Ganquan Palace for many years, the dignified queen of the Han Dynasty is in such a miserable state, not to mention the little concubine Ming!" ... Children are growing up like crazy, and love always turns weak when the love is strong... Mo Ruqing: "He will always be the past that I can't retreat from, and I will always be the passing cloud that he can't remember. Three years ago, I met him. The moment the red cloth curtain was raised, I no longer knew whether meeting him in this life was due to fate or inevitable disaster." ... Xiao Jingxuan: "Nine times out of ten things in this life will go against our wishes, and nine times out of ten this will go against our wishes. Most of the time, we are to blame ourselves. In the end, it will be nothing more than a long sigh!" Shangguan Mingyue: "There is nothing in the world, no matter how much people disturb themselves. There are some truths that I can explain, but I can't. Just like there are some things that I can understand thoroughly, but I can't let them go. There are some people that I can understand, but I can't forget them." Um... This is my first time writing an introduction to my work, so that's it. . . . . .