He accompanied him to win the throne, watched him marry and have children, helped him raise his children, and did everything he could to help him... He was his highness's minister and his bedside man. In the end, he forgot who he was? In the eyes of everyone, he is the national master under one person, but what he wants to know is who is he in that person's heart?
Dressed in red, the stunningly talented and enchanting Imperial Master!
The young emperor who has an expressionless face and is good at playing with power!
Two people are struggling with power, conspiracy, and responsibility. Can their love that is not accepted by everyone have a happy ending?