C281 Amaryllis cordifolia thunb

"Your Majesty, I had a dream. A hundred years ago, a withered tree grew a new leaf, and the late Emperor sat under the tree and said to me, 'The sun of Mt. Tai, the west flows of Wenshui'. He also said that when spring comes, there will be a lucky person who must be cherished."

"Oh? Your royal sister was actually dreaming of a dead tree meeting its spring? " Zhou Chengdi pondered to himself