He was a generation of emperors who became Dorgon's puppet during his lifetime.
She was an ordinary woman who walked into his world for no reason.
Faced with Dorgon's robbery, can she really afford it?
And he waited for her for three years, in that ancient temple where the rain accompanied the panes, and every inch of grass turned to ashes. What is the outcome in exchange?
Can this world, this deep palace, and these three thousand consecutive houses give a woman happiness?