When he drank the poisonous wine, he thought he would never see her again in this life. But after his death, her heart was filled with despair, and she went out of the palace to pray for blessings, traveling all over the mountains and rivers just to find an illusory dream.
Until that night, under the moonlight, she saw the figure who should have been laid to rest, holding a withered plum tree and coughing up blood. It turned out that he had taken the fake death medicine, but because the poisonous wine and the fake medicine conflicted, he suffered from the pain of eroding his bones every day, making life worse than death.
She rushed to hug him, tears streaming down her face: "This time, no one can separate us."
But behind them are the rules of the entire world, the growing suspicion of the new emperor, and the undercurrent of the theory of blood.
How could she keep him alive? How can he protect her?
——The deepest love in this world is to do it knowing that it cannot be done.
