A woman who is as pure and light as April in the world, a woman who loves deeply and deeply with her bare bones, the emperor who is obsessed with women but is not stupid seems to be defeated only by women - what if it is two women? Two completely different women - yet so similar.
After everything calmed down, we realized the meaning of love - love is not willing to let that person be hated, not willing to let that person make sacrifices, not willing to let that person get hurt a little.
Two palaces and three concubines, only one person is the winner. Two palaces and three concubines, no one wins.