Seven Marriages at the behest of the Emperor, the Mad Concubine is too precious for words.

She wore a veil all year round, and was famous for her superb husband-killing fate. Her best record: six extra horse harnessed by the side of a team in two years! On the day of the country's collapse, she was offered to the enemy as a tribute. On her way to marry, she was caught by a man as prey and spent seven days with him. Her favorite concubine framed her and gave her to a prince, who was never to be a man again. The Empress Dowager throws her to be buried, in the cold and dark tomb, a certain man feeds her with his lips and warms her with his body. She has many admirers: princes, generals, merchants and monks. A certain man's eyes turned red and he tore her disguise apart, dropping the words - you are mine! But who are you? He said: you forget, in fact, we have met, said that favor you, I can do. --The same crossing, but she wore a bitter, bitter, bitter, bitter, bitter, bitter, bitter, bitter, bitter, bitter, bitter, bitter, bitter, bitter, bitter, bitter, bitter, bitter, bitter, bitter, bitter, bitter, bitter, bitter, bitter, bitter, bitter, bitter, bitter, bitter, bitter, bitter, bitter, bitter, bitter, bitter, bitter.