When the battle broke out at the palace gate, the seventh princess Mu Fuyuan, who had never coveted power, was forced to wear a heavy imperial crown amidst the ruins of the palace.
Outside is the turbulent court, and inside is the undercurrent of the back court.
Several of your attendants are at your side.
Some people cherish old feelings and stay together forbearance; some people have a mission and deal with it step by step; and some people carry calculations and hatred, dormant under tenderness.
She is the empress whom thousands of people worship. She holds the power of life and death, but is trapped in a golden cage. Love is mixed with trade-offs, tenderness hides games.
The phrase "Your Majesty, your servants are here" is a surrender, a fetter, and an inextricable situation.
With the country in hand, the old dream is dead. In the long years to come, how should she balance the country and the people beside her?
