She is a frail young woman who is always taking medicine, without talent or virtue. He is a disabled prince, powerless and without influence.
Their engagement was always just a matter of using each other. You have your vendetta against the state; I have my hatred for my mother's murderer.
But when the dust settles, who is left looking desolate, refusing to give up the pursuit? And who turns away, setting their sights on another?
They say he has no harem, and the servants say it's for her.
“Oh? Then what about the unrivaled beauty in his palace? Is she just there to make up the numbers?”
They say his heart belongs to someone, and the servants say it's for her.
“Oh? Then did someone else give birth to his children?”
They say he sends troops against a neighboring kingdom, and the servants say it's for her.
“Oh? Wasn't it someone else who attacked him first?”
A strange change in the heavens, a ghost entering the mortal world. A struggle for imperial power is quietly unfolding, and a tangled bond from a past life is coming to light...
Is this the end? I'm really anxious!