A memory of the palace, a memory of cinnabar, just for the first love.
They were originally childhood sweethearts, but things are changing. Now one is a concubine and the other is a minister. But nothing can stop them from loving each other forever, and they continue this love in their own ways. And she, a little palace maid, will become their best proof.
Love and family affection are actually so important.
The spring breeze in March blows the willows on the bank,
Passers-by look back in their boats.
Jinghong didn't know where he was going,
But the fallen cinnabar is a little red.