The emperor who was at the height of his power in the Spring and Autumn Period of the Taisho Dynasty suddenly died mysteriously.
The murderer turned out to be his first wife who had been sleeping with him for more than ten years.
The prince who had never been taken seriously suddenly disappeared from the world.
They left in a hurry, and the palace was a mess that had been ransacked.
Bolt from the blue, the emperor actually had a backup plan.
The imperial edict disappeared and the prince's mother became a burial companion in the dark tomb.
It's hysterical, women are so cruel.
He would rather hand over his son just to save himself from death.
The fog is thick and intertwined.
Old hatreds and new hatreds are endless.
There are conspiracies and plots, you and I fight for each other, and love and life are entangled in life and death.
Who is the final winner?
Who can rest on whose shoulder and close their eyes tiredly to breathe for a moment?
At the end, whose tears rolled down his cheeks.
Close your eyes and listen to who is speaking in your ears.