I am a princess in history who was killed by her father when she was young. But he was rescued by his brother.
I left a trace in history, but that trace is so empty.
His love and vows to her. I gave my testimony. An outsider or an insider's personal witness.
My enemy who killed my father, my enemy who killed my mother, my enemy who killed my brother, and my enemy who killed my sister. But he became my beloved.
Everything seems sad and ridiculous.
I live for revenge, but I gave birth to a son for my enemy. The enemy's lover, a beautiful and elegant woman, a woman who is not accepted by the world. But I led her into the hall. Everything in life seems to be a big joke on me. A tasteless joke.