From the moment the imperial edict arrives, what cannot be avoided must be faced.
From the moment you enter the palace with the order, you can only explore what you can't see.
In the cold palace, what has never been warmed is just a heart.
When does the distant imperial love come to anyone?
The courtyard is deep, whose heart is deep.
The mist is hazy, and whose eyes are confused.
The name of a noble person only adds a few rays of sorrow, and the tears shed by the world are broken for whom.
In the late spring of that year, pear blossoms fell frequently from the trees, leaving the ground covered with white snow.
On the swing under the tree, the laughter as clear as silver bells brought back so many memories.
Looking back at that moment, the missed moment of fate, is where fate first begins.