I died with five thunderbolts from the sky and was reborn in the Yin Dynasty created by the underworld. My twenty-six-year career as a diaosi came to an end with my death. I fought with the judge, challenged the emperor, and carried the flag on the battlefield. He has lusted after the beautiful prince, teased the handsome doctor, and pushed down the handsome little patriarch. However, things in the world cannot always be perfect. The righteousness of family and country, and the love between children and children, where can one find true peace and ease?