Wu Zetian, the emperor of a generation, experienced sorrow and happiness, dust and sadness, honor and disgrace before and after; a life of floating but climbing the peak of power. There are countless stories in it, like the colorful catkins falling in the sky, but in the end they were still blown by the wind, disappeared and buried... Perhaps only the intoxicating breath of the spring breeze can make a beauty smile, and captivate a country and a city.