She was once a pearl in her hands, but a sudden change took away everything from her. The road to revenge is full of thorns. Is she sad or dormant on the road ahead? The river spreads with no way back, and she is not afraid to bear the pain. Will the time when the rouge is off take away her years of flawless time? I think of that time when I was young, with more joy and less sorrow. I watched the peonies blooming in drunkenness, and expressed my affection to you. I am willing to pour out all my feelings for her. The phoenix dances around the bright moon, and never fails to sing to the moon! When the peonies bloom, whose house the flowers fall? Who will the phoenix win and dance with? Is it the gentle and willing son of the Western Regions? Is it the romantic young master of the sect who changes due to love? Is it the proud martial arts prince who is cold and timely protects? Is he the weak, elegant and infatuated royal prince? Or is he an ugly and scheming unknown young master?