Could the tired old transmigration trope from novels actually be real? Shen Yimeng, who lived in the modern world, was in a car accident. When she woke again, she found herself in a completely unfamiliar place, transformed into Xia Chunhe, the daughter of an official's family. The mysterious man she saved in the accident, and the imperial decree that suddenly arrived at her home two years later: What stories await her within the vermilion palace walls?
How many souls longing for freedom are trapped behind those towering palace walls, beneath the illusion of fine clothes and lavish meals? Can Shen Yimeng, with her modern and independent outlook, find a place for herself in that era as Xia Chunhe? The emperor may seem untouchable, but he too is bound by endless shackles. The price of holding great power is perhaps the loneliness of standing at the top. What ending awaits this love, both bittersweet and tender?
This is a fictional story set against the backdrop of the Great Song. Please don't take it as real history while reading. I'll do my best to recreate the way people lived and the style of the era. Thank you all for reading!
The text may be tweaked from time to time, but these small changes won't affect the overall plot. Thanks for understanding!
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