If there are no victims in the power struggle at the beginning, then there will only be respect between brothers and sisters and harmony among sisters.
Surrounded by beauties, gentle and generous rulers, and warm and tolerant love, it is a pity that these cannot constitute a peaceful world.
The seeds of sin that were buried at the beginning eventually gave rise to buds of revenge, misplaced identities, completely different lives, and mistakes in fate.
When the dust settles, love and love grow twisted in hatred, and when the end comes, can we still be as frank as when we first met? Can we still hold hands? Can we still stay together?