She and he were childhood sweethearts, but due to an imperial decree, she became the queen.
However, on the wedding day, the emperor discovered that he had married the wrong person and left her alone in the bridal chamber.
It turned out that the emperor wanted to marry her sister who was already married and had children.
The emperor gave away his sister's husband's family and his entire family, leaving only his sister. He named her a noble concubine, married her into the palace, and doted on her with all his heart.
Five years later, the powerful neighboring tribes invaded, and the emperor personally led the expedition, but died in battle.
Her youngest son, who was less than four years old, ascended the throne and proclaimed himself emperor. She became the queen mother, and he became the regent.
If possible, I would like to forget the country and the swords and swords, and only wish to have you by my side forever.
Whose love, the lingering love finally turned into harm?
Whose hatred subverted the picturesque landscape, only to realize in the end that everything was empty.
When the initial beauty is shattered into sorrow, can we regain the past?