"I have always heard that there is a strange flower in the Western Regions, called Manzhu Shahua Bianhuahua."
"Manzhu, your name is so beautiful."
When he was a child, the boy was handsome and clear, with a smile that was indifferent and sentimental. It was so heart-pounding.
Two years later, Manzhu entered the palace and became the royal concubine of the current young emperor.
They got along day and night and had a soft spot for each other, but a series of frame-ups and confusions made the emperor finally make up his mind. What would be the destiny of the boy and girl two years ago and the emperor and commoner two years later?