In troubled times, she met him at a young age.
A girl from the mountains and a deep palace prince.
One is in rags and is homeless due to war; the other is in bright clothes and is noble and pampered.
The two childish faces looked at each other with joy.
After that, he was still the prince, but she became a princess, and her mother became his concubine.
Still a childhood sweetheart, regardless of the age of Fengyue's love and hate.
Fighting for favor in the harem, intrigues in the palace, they suddenly separated.
We met ten years later.
She is beautiful and graceful.
He is handsome and charming.
She was the only candidate in his mind for the crown princess.
But she wanted to get married as a princess and go to the foreign prince who was as gentle as jade and carried flowers in the wind.
She was wearing a new red dress, as bright as pink, but she was not wearing it for him.
It turns out that the person she had promised to was not him.
How could she not love him? The one he had been waiting for for ten years.
Why should he fear the insurmountable hatred between them?
He only knows that the world belongs to him, how can he be alone with her?
He would use any means to get her.
Use the most painful injuries to torture the deepest love.
Is she cuter than him? Ever, always, still?
He is like a flower in the mirror, she is like the moon in the water, and the world of mortals has long left us behind.
Leave a sigh in the world!