Old Imperial Pavilion

I wrote this book many years ago and put it down. I will not update it for the time being, so there is no need to click on it. There was blood and rain, and dark clouds pressed over the city; Kingdoms changed hands and emperors changed. The young prince suddenly went from being a high-ranking prince to being alone, bearing the hatred of his country and his family, and bearing the burden of humiliation; Princess Jinyi, in a blink of an eye, went from being a wealthy and wealthy emperor to being all alone, bearing a blood feud... The flash of swords and the shadow of swords, the bloody vendetta. Love, hate, right and wrong, in the blink of an eye, everything becomes a cloud... Life is so splendid, is it a sky full of fireworks, or is it the smoke of siege? Hate is ultimately nowhere to be found, but where can we trust love?