Four years old. She witnessed her father being pushed off a ten-foot city wall by her uncle. From then on, there was no more imperial beauty in the world, only Princess Jinhua remained. Eight years old. During the night banquet in the palace, she saw him through the glass. Jinhua is no longer Jinhua. Fourteen years old. He said, when the peach blossoms bloom, I will take you home. At that time, she forgot who she was. Fifteen years old. And the gift of hairpins. He said, the one I want to marry is Princess Range. That day, Jinhua found himself. Sixteen years old. On top of the ten-foot city wall, he and she were speechless. Morning beauty and dusk bones, Jinhua returns to dust.