When the regent went to the south of the Yangtze River, he met a sick and weak young master by chance, which brought him salvation and hope. It was rumored that the emperor could not help but lascivious, but little did he know that he was hiding a gorgeous person in the Tongque Pavilion. The sincere little general finally won the pity's heart. Amid internal and external troubles and deception, who is the final winner? Everything is left unsaid. How can we separate the hands holding hands? We should join hands and share weal and woe. How can the word "love" be so important?
