Prosperity is like a dream, and the past is like smoke. Those who know everything in the past will eventually return to dust. Everything started from a dream of mine. In the dream, I witnessed with my own eyes the past events of a dynasty, love, hatred, intrigues and struggles... In the end, the empire in my dream turned from prosperity to decline, and the prosperous and gorgeous palaces and palaces, together with those past years, were buried in the raging fire. It's really like a dream. When you wake up from the dream, everything becomes empty. However, I still can't let it go. Over the years, I can't forget those fragmentary memories. In the end, I wrote those trivial fragments into stories one after another, legends one after another, and countless characters in the legends. They are the proud sons of heaven, born in an imperial family, proudly looking down at the vast beauty of the world. They are the daughters of deep palaces, young ladies from aristocratic families, but they are bound by love and profit, so they can only spend their lives buried in the nine-layered palace, behind heavy curtains. Each of them has devoted their lives just to stage a shocking tragedy.
