What kind of collision and legend will there be between the emperor who is as bright as the scorching sun and the forbearing and wise princess of Xiyi? She often dreams, in which a warrior in gold and silver armor always reaches out to her with a slender palm to pull her out of trouble. But after waking up from the dream, there are only golden curtains visible in the house, with pearls and jade clashing against each other. The cold palace seems to be filled with drafts, chilling people to the bone. Since she was a child, she has understood that such splendor and splendor will never have anything to do with happiness. And the only one she can rely on is always herself. Therefore, when she was stuck in the quagmire, she kept a low profile, just to gain the final blow.