The Great Dream God

Princess Zi Yang's mood was like a sudden gale in autumn, sweeping across the lake, with waves rolling, and every wave beating against her noble heart.

The anger in her chest was as hot as lava, burning fiercely, illuminating her jade-like and golden face. The indescribable anger was like lightning in the dark night, tearing the peaceful sky again and again, making her almost suffocate in her own anger. This indignation from deep inside was like an ice-covered volcano erupting in an instant, hot and fierce, making the air of the entire palace tremble.

She clenched her silver teeth, which were inlaid with pearls like the bright moon. Her eyes, which were like deep stars, were shining, revealing not only determination, but also a dignified determination. This silent gaze, like a sword unsheathed, cut through the silence in the quiet air, swearing to everything around her that this matter will not end easily. Her faith is like a rock, unshakable, and her determination is like a storm, unstoppable. Every flicker of her eyes is a fearless response to the challenge, and every clench of her lips and teeth is accumulating stronger power. The silent declaration is more shocking than thunder. Her tenacity and persistence have left a deep mark in my heart. There must be an explanation for this matter.

She sighed softly, almost inaudibly, and the faint sound contained endless sorrow and anger, like a fallen leaf humming in the autumn wind. "It's time to find a wise path and weave an impeccable plan!" Her words were light, but they exploded like thunder in her heart, "We must try to make him evaporate from Kyoto like morning dew, and let his footprints in this corner of the world become an eternal blank, and never allow him to defile this sacred land again!" Her eyes burned with determination, and every word was like a carefully crafted poem, full of power and determination.

Princess Ziyang walked gracefully from the depths of the attic behind the nine-layer pearl curtains. She was dressed in a lavender purple dress, and every step she took was under the light of the moon, as if the stars were twinkling under her feet. Stepping into the luxurious sedan chair inlaid with gems and carved with beams and painted with buildings was like stepping into a beautiful dream. The brocade curtains around her were like smoke, gently floating, like purple clouds entwined, bringing out endless mystery and honor. Every trembling of silk was telling of the princess's nobility and elegance, just like the rising morning glow in the sky, reflecting the entire imperial city, making everything else a foil.

In a solemn and dignified atmosphere, a luxurious sedan chair inlaid with jewels swayed forward amid the cautious steps of the servants. This carefully carved carriage seemed like a moving work of art, with each step accompanied by a slight tremor, like pearls on velvet dancing in the light and shadow. It leisurely shuttled through the streets full of flowers, and the hustle and bustle of the market on both sides seemed to be eclipsed in front of it. The magnificent plaque was faintly visible, which was the symbol of the Princess's Mansion, symbolizing supreme power and honor. The sedan chair gradually moved away in the mottled shadows of the sun, like a moving picture scroll of prosperity, which was very imaginative.

When the golden sedan chair inlaid with jade slowly came down in front of the grand red lacquer door of the princess's mansion, she gently lifted the tasseled brocade curtain, and the scene in front of her was poetic and breathtaking. Several princesses stood tall and graceful, like lotus flowers under the moonlight, with graceful postures and light steps. The brocade clothes they wore, with complex patterns, sparkled in the sun, like stars falling into the mortal world, and every stream of light told of endless luxury. Their smiles were like the spring breeze, and their manners were graceful, as if they were the most beautiful painting in the world, which made people dazzled and admired that this was a visual feast, a symphony of flowers blooming on the top of the powerful.

In the prosperous human empire, there was a princess with a distinguished family background. His eyes were like autumn water, smiling, revealing a hint of cynical playfulness. He raised his eyebrows slightly, with an imperceptible smile on the corner of his mouth, and spoke leisurely, his voice was like pearls falling on a plate, crisp and magnetic: "Zi Yang, Zi Yang, you wandering wind, which paradise are you drifting to to find your happiness?" Although his question was teasing, it could not hide his familiarity and concern for Zi Yang, as if their story was quietly unfolding between this question and answer.

Princess Ziyang lifted her skirt lightly and smiled. Her smile was like cherry blossoms blooming in early spring, elegant and inviolable, like an exquisite ink painting, beautiful but with a heart-piercing coldness. Deep in her eyes, she hid endless worries and firm determination, as if silently declaring that this smile was not a friendly response to a friend, but a challenge to an unknown fate and a resolute declaration of war on the future.

She gently covered her lips, with a subtle awkward smile on her lips. That smile was like a drop of dew on a cherry blossom petal, delicate and beautiful with a hint of bitterness that was hard to detect, making people want to get closer, but afraid to touch that fragile beauty. Her words were as light as a whisper, like the gurgling of a mountain stream, flowing through everyone's heart, leaving a faint ripple.

The princess standing by had a pair of bright eyes sparkling with curiosity. She nodded slightly, her expression like the chirping of cicadas in summer, full of vitality and elegance.

She opened her lips gently, her tone leisurely but full of mystery: "Your Highness, do not be anxious. I have a hidden treasure, a secret that shakes the world, waiting to be shared with you. On that dark and windy day, I accidentally touched upon a dusty past deep in the palace. Its strangeness and twists are enough to make the most experienced historians dumbfounded. Have you ever heard of the famous Emperor Zhang Tianlong of our empire, the ruler of the Zhang family who controlled the world with majesty and shocked the world with his bravery? His story is more thrilling than the legends that have been passed down. Every detail seems to be a chapter stripped from a myth, which is amazing."

Her voice was like boiling magma, fiery and infectious, instantly igniting the curiosity of the people around her.

Emperor Zhang Tianlong, this name is like thunder exploding in the ears. His majesty is like the towering mountains, his authority is as deep as the vast ocean, and his every move affects the pulse of the empire and affects the lives of every subject. In the words of the princess, he seems to be endowed with a mysterious color, becoming a legendary figure waiting to be revealed, leading people to explore the depths of the dusty palace and uncover the truth hidden by power and glory.

The princess's gossipy expression was like an invitation, inviting everyone to go through the magnificent palace gates in her narration, go deep into the corners where power and conspiracy are intertwined, find out the joys and sorrows of the imperial palace, and experience the swordplay in the power struggles.