The female owner of the house is full of wisdom and stupidity, and is constantly involved in embarrassing things. She is lustful and money-grabbing and has a split personality. She is a waste of a royal sister. Her biggest wish is to embrace the most beautiful man in the world.
The male protagonist is sinister and henpecked (he "didn't dare" to establish a queen in history). The biggest regret is that all the beauties in the world have fallen in love with me, but I am trapped in a woman who is neither beautiful nor nymphomaniac. It is really sad.
When we first met, she was a childish girl pretending to be "herbal collector", and he was an arrogant young man whose glory had faded. She lives in wealth and prostitution, and bullies the weak and the strong. He held back and waited for the opportunity to move. Under the glitz, she acted as a chess piece, supporting his imperial path.
When we meet again, she is the princess of Zhao who plays chess and throws pieces, and he is the ruthless emperor who wants to dominate the world. He made many choices and finally gave up on her.
When the seven heroes competed for hegemony, she disturbed the four kingdoms and helped him climb the Qiong Tower; he swept across the world and built the Epang Palace for her.
She was a graceful lady who fell in love with her from the moment she started to smile; he was the eternal emperor who established a new system with great ambition. They were a perfect match, but they separated the entire country due to the calculation from beginning to end.
If I could do it all over again, how would I choose between beauty and the world?
It is said that the emperor is cold-blooded and ruthless, but because she conquered the world, he finally controlled the world for her for hundreds of years. Gratitudes and resentments began in a myth that destroyed the heaven and earth. They were complicated and involved, and they have been guarded for thousands of years across wordless history books.
When everything settled, she finally had an epiphany. A smile grabs a piece of fallen snow, and the past disappears with remembrance. A dispute between grudges and grudges turns out to be just a reminder of the first time we met. I once leaned on my pillow and waited for a smile to make me drunk with peach smoke.