In the imperial capital of the Yan Dynasty, power was the blade and love was the sacrifice.
She went from being the legitimate daughter of a deep boudoir to being a heroine of the Yan Dynasty;
He went from being a forbearing prince to ascending to the throne of emperor.
They once stood side by side, once promised each other, and once protected each other with their lives.
In the end, he could only——
I have the country, but you don't keep it.
An old dream, the smoke and clouds have dispersed, leaving only the city top of the imperial capital, where the wind is blowing every year.
Concept: The extreme pull between imperial power and love