The flowers wilt in the evening, their brilliance fallen.
Destiny falters on the decaying avenue of the world.
A woman in a palace dress sits quietly in the desolate palace, the once bustling Empress's Sleeping Palace is now devoid of maids, with no one to even light a candle. As the daylight dims, shadows envelop the room.
The Emperor slowly steps in, each step heavy. He has reached the Seventh Realm for several years, even if he cannot concentrate on cultivation now, his physical strength significantly surpasses ordinary people. This is the first time he has felt so fatigued.
In a single day, he learned that the two women he loved most had ulterior motives. If it was only lustful love for the palace consort, he had sincerely regarded the Empress as his lifelong companion.
He never expected that even she was fake.
Even standing in front of her now, he couldn't recognize her face.
