Early spring, slightly cool. Love stories in the world are very simple. They are nothing more than you love him, he loves her, she loves him again, she thinks he doesn't love her, he thinks she understands, but she still loves him. In the end, it is so simple that it becomes sad.
Midsummer, scorching heat.
He is the eldest grandson of the emperor of Dayin, and he is the legendary Red Dragon of Heaven. A famous fortune teller predicted that only he can end the war, unify the four kingdoms, and become the master of the world.
Her origin is unknown, she doesn't even know her last name. She is proficient in the art of mechanism, knows the magic of strange things, has a pure heart, and has great wisdom. A senior monk wants to enlighten her to serve the Buddha, but unfortunately, she has fallen into confusion.
In late autumn, the leaves fall.
There are so many happy people in this world, why can't there be more of her? The red maple fell, she failed her family, Xuan Chi died, she failed her confidant, her loyalty was exhausted, she failed herself.
At the end of winter, there is snow like a mat, the Yin Dynasty has unified the four kingdoms, and the emperor's eldest grandson cannot afford to fall ill.