He is both civil and military, brave and good at fighting on the battlefield; in the political arena, he is a man who twists and turns, but turns into a tender heart for her; she is like an orchid, seemingly weak, but strong for him; curling up, but fragrant only for him... He falls in love with her, lighting up the cold harem; he falls in love with her, regardless of the country and life, he only wants to hold his son. Hands... They loved each other, and in the end only love was left; they loved each other, so much that love became each other's imprisonment... He was omnipotent, and spent his whole life as a soldier, but he could only end with hatred; she, as tender as water, as beautiful as jade, but in the end had a miserable life... The vicissitudes of life, looking back, everything has become empty...