The bitter almonds in the cold palace are still choking in the throat, An Lingrong is sixteen years old again, and the touch of embroidery thread from working all night to make clothes for the draft is still on her fingertips.
In her previous life, she lost herself in this man-eating Forbidden City - pushing away Sister Zhen, the only one who treated her sincerely, becoming a pawn amid suspicion and unwillingness, and finally died alone in the dilapidated palace, like a begonia that was crushed before it bloomed.
In this life, she does not seek honor or favor. She just wants to stay quietly in the corner, embroider her flowers, and raise her pot of crabapples brought from her hometown. If possible, she would still like to approach that person cautiously - the Zhen Huan who once put hairpins on her temples, reached out to her when she was embarrassed, but ended up drifting away from her.
"In this life," she whispered to the mirror the night before entering the palace, "I just want to be a true sister with you for the rest of my life."
But the undercurrent in the palace is never merciful because of anyone's rebirth. On the day of the draft, a cup of tea was supposed to wet her dress, but she quietly avoided it, but instead attracted a meaningful glance from Concubine Hua. The queen was still sitting in Jingren Palace and handed over the invitation with a gentle smile. Even Sister Zhen, whom she was most familiar with, seemed to have some indescribable differences in the way she looked at her in this life.
When An Lingrong tried to use his past life memories to avoid the trap for Zhen Huan, he found that her fate had already quietly changed. A new conspiracy is growing in the dark, and the person she desperately wants to protect doesn't seem to have no secrets...
Begonia flowers are blooming again. This time, can she protect the person she wants to protect, warm her heart, and earn a different ending for herself and the people she cherishes within the high walls of the palace?
