She was the most noble princess in the empire, but she hid her thoughts in a corner where the moonlight could not reach, because that man's cold, jade-like eyes always looked elsewhere.
In the eyes of everyone, he was the cold and dignified son of the minister, but underneath his gentleness, he was distant and cold to the touch. He thought he would eventually be attracted to the sun, and in a decision, he pushed her into the abyss with his own hands.
Many years later, she returned from the Buddhist hall, washed away the lead, and tempered it into a blade. And he was willing to bow his head and become the sharpest knife in her hand, cutting against the imperial power and the past.
Until the new emperor purged her, the royal wine was sent to her palace. He seems to have sensed it and rides his horse to arrive late. He rushed into the courtyard and saw her standing under the peach tree, smiling at him as brightly as when they first met.
Intention: Destinies are intertwined, love and hate are all caused by cause and effect, no one can be alone