Not an Ordinary Taste

It doesn't matter if you have a noble status or belong to different factions. In the face of love, everything is insignificant. "No, I don't believe it, Yue'er, I believe we will have a happy ending." "Brahma, I'm sorry. I have sacrificed my life. I hope there will be no more wars between gods and demons." Ten years later, a woman wearing a veil did not alarm anyone again. Entering that familiar place, the succession ceremony was held on time. After the previous monarch passed the throne, he walked in the garden, looked at the sycamore tree and missed the person in his heart. "This sycamore flower is more fragrant than before, what do you think?" A clear voice sounded, and the two met again...