It is true that there is an emperor and a minister.
The heroic princess Wuke is marching on the battlefield, but her daughterhood can no longer hinder her determination to become emperor.
The wanderer stood above the court in the dusty sky, his hardness hurting everyone's eyes.
Entanglements, calculations, Wuke, you really don't have a trace of womanly kindness. Is this a blessing or a misfortune?