Her happiness came naturally and effortlessly. She originally thought that as long as she stayed away from the court, her life would be safe. But who could have expected that a fire destroyed everything. Did she underestimate the emperor's suspicion or his love for her? It was smooth sailing once again, but this time she had no intention of enjoying it. She was just thinking about how to use it, how to use it, ignoring his love and his protection. Everything was just a tool and a ladder. Going round and round, can a person who has lost his heart still love again? Can the white jade that fell into the mud remain as flawless as before? Everything I get from being my own shadow, is it mine or hers?