On their wedding night, she ran away from the marriage and forced her to die to prevent him from touching her as the prince. When she met the sweetheart from her homeland, she could only flee in a hurry and panic, not knowing what to say. When she met someone who seemed familiar to her, she remained unmoved no matter how much he sacrificed.
She is just a pawn, drawn into the whirlpool of political intrigues by her ambition to dominate the world.
One is her husband, but he cares about her imperial sister; the other is her childhood sweetheart, but he is the son of a sinner, and his identity is mysterious; the other is a person who loves her tenderly, but he is just acting on occasion. Step into the abyss, step into camp. Each of these traps are unknown and cannot be seen in the light. Who is the conspiracy behind them? The trick of fate and the final truth made many heroes unable to sleep? A flower has lost its former beauty, still smiling slightly, facing the east, always blooming and undefeated. When the flowers have fallen and the heart is tired, who is still by your side, looking at the world and sharing the country?