When she was eight years old, she was sent to the border. In the thatched cottage in the middle of the mountain, she met the person who changed her life - a doctor who walked the world incognito and was also her master.
He taught her medical skills, strategy and self-preservation, but never taught her dependence. After eight years together, he has always been restrained and distant, as if everything is just an old friendship.
Until she finally understood the weight of that emotion, he chose to leave - severing contact and erasing traces, as if he had never been there.
Returning to the capital, she was pushed back into the center of power. The temptation of the imperial power, the expectations of the family, the rift in the blood relationship, and the dusty old cases, step by step forced her to a position she had never imagined.
She learned to show weakness and make judgments; she learned to give in and make choices. Machiavellianism is not her ambition, but her way of fighting for survival and dignity for herself amidst her destiny.
And he, far away from her, picked up the past that he had already let go of. Not because the hatred is not gone, but because - he finally admitted that some escape is more cruel than death.
When the truth emerges, and when identities and choices collide, they all must face the same problem:
If love is destined to come at the cost of injury, do we still have to walk this road for each other?
This is a story about love and restraint, responsibility and choice. Under the shadow of power, every heartbeat is a price; and every choice determines a person's fate.
Intent: This is a story about love and restraint, responsibility and choice.