The first time she met him was outside a brothel on the Qinhuai River.
That night, the moon was cold and the stars were cold, with only seven or eight stars falling in the sky.
At that time, she didn't know that the person in front of her was the current emperor's grandson.
The grandson of the man who cost her everything.
The red palace walls vaguely remained in her memory.
Is she ----- really the daughter of Grandson Wende who died in the palace coup?
Or has some other identity.
When she disguised herself as a man and approached him as a Confucian scholar in the Hanlin Academy, that resentment was shaken when she saw his life.
He was like a mirror, reflecting the life that should have been hers.
As a young man, he was always in the whirlpool of power.
A weak father, a strong uncle, the struggle between civil servants and military attachés in the empire.
She and he may have both been victims of the coup that year.
And another person appeared in her life.
He has a face as delicate as a fox.
Zhenying, the prince of Han Dynasty, is sometimes naughty and sometimes gentle.
However, there are more secrets and struggles hidden in him.
The light flows down from the clouds through the rows of trees.
It's like some green eyes are watching the world.
The living believe that the souls of the dead are watching the world.