luck-books

Among the flowers, the most precious is the peony. As a metaphor for her, she is the peony. Covering mountains and rivers, covering the ancestral temple, covering all under heaven, all for one person''s true heart. Is it revenge or self-punishment? When she ascends to the high imperial throne, gazing far beyond the layers of palace halls. In her eyes are the landscapes he once saw; in her hands is the world he once held. Mountains and rivers bury bones, heaven and earth are stained with blood, the peony of karma is reborn through refinement, bursting forth with intoxicating beauty, dazzling and resplendent. Is it fate? Debt? Love? Or sin?!