She traveled through time,
With big wavy curls and her small bag, she traveled through time.
On the day the new emperor ascended the throne, she fell from the sky and was mistaken for the infatuated third lady of the prime minister's family. Should she admit it? Or deny it?
In the ups and downs of troubled times, she is calm and calm, regardless of the facts, so why is she still pushing her so hard?
Tolerate or resist?
The infatuated emperor, the gentle prime minister, the prince of a foreign country,
In troubled times and prosperity, who can compete with you?
The beauty of the country is light, mature and heavy?
In the end, who will join hands with whom for the rest of their lives?
Was he the one she loved from the beginning, or was he the one who loved her more than himself? Or was it the arrogant man who treated her differently?