The emperor's daughters have been in pairs since ancient times, but now they are single, with blessings and misfortunes interdependent, and various life experiences emerge one after another. They grow up in grief, shed their immaturity in the abuse, plots and traps are staged in turns, calculations and battles of wits and courage, and the emperor's picture unfolds in the heart at every step. Family, friendship, and love have ups and downs in the layout of wealth and interests. What is true? Can we really still hold hands and rely on each other amidst the crisis?
Can the fate of holding a child's hand be integrated with the historical wheels of the world that must be separated for a long time...
The ghosts and gods of the Dongjiang River, the soldiers at the west end, the singing and dancing of Nanchen, the horses of North Vietnam, and the land of Ningyuan blend in all directions.
A dance of imperial songs, a gorgeous war begins; a match between two girls captivates the city, and the hero is defeated;
The world is divided into three parts, and it is said that beauty is a disaster: the four countries belong to □□, and they will eventually become one after being divided for a long time.