Ri Miansu; I don't know whether it is because of being cursed by the jealous concubine, or because of the cold personality of the Bai people since ancient times. She obviously has no memory of her life experience, and she is obviously loved by everyone in the palace, but she still pushes everyone away from her; she obviously has no thoughts about the world, but she is constantly moved by compassion, bringing herself the predicted disaster. She doesn't know, doesn't understand love, and can only understand the world in her own way. She occasionally shows a naughty smile, and she is happy enough. However, the fate of fate is still floating in her fingers. Disputes abound, and the dynasty's internal and external troubles throw her to the pinnacle of conspiracy. And the man of destiny who had the warmest palm and cruelly destroyed everything about her. He stood on a high place, smiling brightly, and his smile was alluring, but it only made her shed the tears she had never been able to find.
She always seemed to be a expendable pawn, and even though those people loved her, they would eventually abandon her. In this ancient time and space, she is like the endless blooming iris on the shore of the passing water, dying quietly in the abandoned years.