In the dusk, when the sun is setting, the mist near the mirror Moon Lake is hazy and the chill invades people.

the jade hand gently picks the silver string, and the music like the sound of nature suddenly flows out

but the woman who plays the piano is always frowning and never smiling for a long time.

"concubine LAN, it's cold here. Why don't you go back to the house to have a rest first? The Emperor just sent someone to have a rest in our Zilan Pavilion tonight." A 15-6-year-old servant girl, wearing a shawl gently for the woman, said with a smile.

"well, I see. Go back."...