Are all the women around the emperor invariably infected with a touch of sadness? Is admiring spring flowers, autumn moon, summer lotuses and winter snow all a luxury? Are you a slave like me, who can only survive in a narrow hole? In the palace, I was one of the maids closest to the emperor, but my time flew by and I came to another person before I could touch the emperor's heart. That man was proud, but he took the wrong path. The plum blossoms are fragrant, and the dazzling red lotus blooms on his pure white robe. I held his increasingly cold hand and asked if I ever regretted it. At the trace of confusion, he smiled, and his smile captivated the city. When the breeze stirred up the fragrance of plum blossoms, I turned around and saw Wang, as if it was a lifetime ago...