The demise of one country represents the rise of another. Two people who were not supposed to meet met and got to know each other by mistake. How could she be the daughter of a small official and be worthy of the high and mighty royal family?
Hundreds of songs are singing, but they are destined to be sad.
"I'm sorry, I can't love you."
The wind blew up a sleeve, but left a burst of fragrance.
After all, who becomes the king?