She, the campus beauty of an internationally renowned aristocratic university,
Has countless admirers,
But I have never truly loved someone,
It seems that youth has ended before it even begins.
It's spring again,
There is no poetic romance,
She experienced the most bizarre sandstorm in her life,
From then on, we came to another time and space.
Shahua became the queen mother of a country,
And fate seemed to have played a joke on her,
With her new identity, she still does not have the right to true love.
The prince, the general, the prince of the enemy country,
There is never a shortage of men around her.
She may be able to choose them but it's hard for her to trust her sincerity.
Is there a deadly blade hidden behind the smiling face?
Why should I cherish something but break it with my own hands?
What is the profound meaning of fate's joke?