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She is the emperor's favorite concubine, she is the founding minister's love, she is the neighboring country's prince sought countless times in the dream of white jasmine. That year's craggy branches, the sky petals falling to the ground, the palace thousands of layers, ten thousand hectares of attic, collapsed. Destiny is like a rootless duckweed that has drifted a few times. Years later, who in the prosperous ten miles above the palace jumped up that dance as if shocking drag who went to the Yellow Springs immortal?