The king's woman has gleaming skin, her red makeup has faded away, leaving her indifferent, as pale as a chrysanthemum. Dressed in white, she leans against a bronze mirror, looking at the distant countryside with bright autumn eyes.
She was a humble slave, and he was her king, the king who was powerful enough to kill her entire clan at any time. No one is afraid of his majesty and power, not to mention his well-known moodiness and cruelty. Only she would challenge his majesty again and again. She is no ordinary slave girl, she was originally a noble princess. But when the city was destroyed, she was no different from those palace maids and slaves. What made him notice her. And what makes him so indulgent and patient?