She is the most noble princess in Mongolia.
She has a life-and-death lover that is envied by the whole world.
She was forced to marry her sister into a distant dynasty and share the same husband.
She is the imperial concubine appointed by the emperor.
She has served as the emperor for nearly thirty years, living quietly in the harem, and her reputation has spread far and wide.
She raised two princes, but they had completely different destinies.
She is wise or transparent.
She is proud or helpless.
She is proud or cold.
Love is more of sadness.
After a lifetime, how many people can understand her true temperament?
Looking back, would she still choose to marry someone else?
He, the king of a country, looked down upon the world.
He has a house full of children and grandchildren, who can relieve his worries?
He has a harem of three thousand, and his favor is endless.
How can he be comforted by the loss of his loved one?
Two queens, who is the true love.
With an open-minded life, can you accept the accidents that are natural?
He is the first warrior of Mongolia.
He has a perfect match.
He has nothing.
He was heartbroken.
When the clouds are clearing and the rain is clearing, how can he smile at the wonderful wife he has given her? How can he be so embarrassed?
As time goes by, how does he accept her mature face and his own sadness?
A life of helplessness and entanglement between the three people turned into "a sigh of work, a composition of nature, and a difficulty of diligence"!