She, the beloved daughter of heaven, she, the disciple of the emperor
If I were a princess, I would recruit you as my consort. Female consort, a joke turned out to be true.
A promise, no matter who I am, I will love you
Where will their love go?
Is it the washing utensils that love each other and stay together for a lifetime, or are they the cups that are forced to separate and never see each other in the end of the world?
As the conspiracy descends, the secret of her identity is gradually revealed
The story is not over yet, a new test has just begun.