In the Spring Palace, there are countless beauties. Where the spring scenery is bright, there are those sad tears.
Generation after generation of prostitute managers, are they serving someone? Or to protect someone?
The night talk is desolate and no one knows,
Tears are like pearls sprinkled on the clouds.
Who are you laughing for?
Who are you crying for?
What kind of conspiracy is going on in this erotic palace...