A Mediocre Concubine Does Not Bother Herself

The night is still young, Weilan Shang, Qionglou Yuyu, thousands of phoenixes are inhabiting, but it is a pity that fate cannot be controlled by oneself A ghost fell into this harem, neither a phoenix nor a crow. It cannot be content with one's own safety. It cannot be happy with one's fate, but it is always destined to be cannon fodder. Once it comes, make peace with it. If you can't make peace with it, then fight it. (PS: This book quotes some ancient poems as a finishing touch. Here, I would like to express my highest respect to the original authors of the ancient poems.)