A bold and passionate girl lost her hatred by love. She looked forward to his return in armor, but he personally pushed her into a state of eternal destruction.
"As long as it's you who did it, I'll be happy with it." She was neither humble nor arrogant, looking at him with eyes that seemed to be filled with a beam of flowing light.
The frank and beautiful princess in distress, the gentle and gentle prince with a deep palace, such an affectionate banished imperial master...
With his family and country on one side and his beloved on the other, where should Fu Yao go?
Is all this a show of love, or is it an infatuated mistake?