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"She thought she would only be a little mute in the perfumery shop until a red carp scale emerged from the bowl of ginseng soup. The old woman wiped her tears and said: 'Your mother said before she left that this scale can lead you to find your blood relatives.' So she went upstream along the memory, but in the most prosperous talent show street in the imperial city, she ran into the eyes of the third prince. He looked at the red scales on her wrist that fit his jade pendant, and his eyes turned red as he smiled: ' Ah tide, you made me wait so hard. ' But that night, black foam formed in his tea cup, and she knelt in front of the dragon steps holding him who was poisoned. She finally understood that what was washed away by the flood was the lives of the common people; what is trapped in the palace wall now is his sincerity hidden in his power. And what she wants is never the back seat, but the young man who said "I will carry you" in the flood, standing in front of her alive. "