Feng Lingtianxia

The spring breeze blows gently on my face, In the vastness of wings and feathers, The blue sky is clear and the moon is flying, Fly down to earth. Two generations of emperors, two generations of love, blood and family feud. As fate would have it, she was entangled with the imperial family in both of her lives. And the hatred she carried was so pale and powerless when the truth was revealed! Should she kill her enemy at all costs, or let her fend for herself? And all the grudges and hatreds are nothing more than the word "love"... (Writing a book for the first time will definitely be unsatisfactory, but I believe you will see that I am gradually growing! Thank you for your support.)