Once upon a time, she was the imperial concubine with an innocent look under the colorful fall.
When we met again, she became a top-notch killer with a cold face.
But, as my father, who had been idle all his life, said, no one in the royal family can gain true freedom.
She will eventually be trapped in the cage of dark politics...
And the people beside her are no longer what they used to be.
Flowers are similar every year, but people are different every year...