By mistake, lovers are separated. In this era of supremacy of imperial power, who can escape the tricks of fate? The love of childhood sweethearts will eventually lose to power.
On the day I married into the East Palace, there was no wedding dress, no blessing, just the corners of my eyes red from crying.
The camellia in the palace backyard was watered carefully, but it never produced a single flower.
Love or not, it doesn't matter anymore.
Intention: Missed love