The mother-in-law once said that the meaning of the word Jin is pure white and flawless jade.
So her nickname was Ajin. She was the seventeenth princess of the southern country. She was beautiful and calm. Her life was originally so monotonous. She should just sit among the hibiscus flowers, watch the flowers bloom and fall, and spend her life with a man she was not deeply in love with.
However, she met the emperor.
Shockingly talented and beautiful, the walls and oars were turned into ashes while talking and laughing.
Jianghu and court, who is controlling all this?
After experiencing conspiracy and betrayal, can they still come to each other despite the distance of thousands of rivers and mountains?
Just like the oath I made when I was young and frivolous: life and death are bound by a common bond, say it to Zicheng. Hold your hand and grow old together.