A leaf fell from the golden well, beside the desolate Yao Palace. The remaining branches are still intact and glow in the sun. The ditch water is empty and hate flows, and the colorful clothes and broken hearts. Like the grass beside the river, it is better to sleep with a mandarin duck. I'm sorry, just because I know the ending of the story, I can only choose to protect myself. I used my innocence to deceive you. You once said that between two people, there is nothing to do with rights, status, or politics. They only care about each other in their hearts. This is true love. But it is a pity that you can give me all your love, but I am unable to stay with you forever. . . . . Zaitan, I know that your heart has been struggling in this troubled palace. . . . But still can't get rid of the bondage. Between us, it is destined to be a tragedy. . . . .