Introduction: Harmony of Landscape and Beauty, Intoxicated by Charm, Gazing at Rivers. A Madwoman’s Growth Story.
She is a girl with a big personality, loving beautiful things and handsome men. Here are numerous complex male characters who, drawn by the protagonist’s simplicity, begin to struggle and fall into dilemmas. Here is the most stylish time travel, with modern advanced equipment adorning immortals. There’s also an exciting highlight, let me tease it a bit~~
Prelude—Tian Tian Tian Tian
Ancient lamps and trees, dyed with only scattered withered yellow. Perhaps it’s time that has let me understand the wind-eroded beautiful appearance. Nothing is forever, like my past youth, my naivety, like your past imperial crown, royal robe, and commanding the rivers and mountains.
Once the pomegranate flowers swayed, eye-catching and dazzling, droplets of emerald. Those brilliant moments have long scattered with the wind across the horizon. Recalling the prosperous palace of the past, you might think it was just a dream. But, Tian Tian, you are still here, I am still here, we still love each other. Isn’t that enough?
Remembering the lantern festival on the glass tree, counting clouds and mist in the Imperial Pool; within the deep palace walls, time pressed urgently, two lovers nestled together, intoxicated by the landscape. Time gave us such a beautiful past, such touching memories. But, do you know how worried I am? I fear you’ll miss those memories, I fear you’re unwilling to let them remain just memories.
Prince Jing rebelled, claiming to avenge the empress dowager, to eliminate unfilial descendants. I know you can handle this, I know you can turn defeat into victory, preserve the kingdom and the throne. But you grew weary, you escaped, and we secluded ourselves here.
Cool lamps on cool wood, leisurely summer, leisurely wind. Our states of mind were always different. When I was ignorant and indulgent, you were mature and steady, decisive in grand matters. And when I understood the world and lived peacefully, you were suppressed, melancholic, silently weary of life.
