Every beauty has her own rouge. Each rouge is like a flower blooming on a woman's face. It is as red as the branches, or as bright as the branches. It may be fresh, or gorgeous, or in bud, or half-open and half-blooming. There is always a kind of style that attracts you. In other words, every rouge is the fate of every beauty, just like the white roses and red roses in Zhang Ailing's paintings. In the Rouge Empire, behind every rouge, childhood sweethearts turn against each other, childhood sweethearts turn against each other, smug ideals encounter betrayal by reality, love, ideals, who belongs to whom, and who is going to do it for whom?