The door to Emperor Yi Cheng's back palace was opened once more.

She was mischievous and problematic; he was indifferent and cold. When she passed the maiden selection and had to suffer from the impervious training, she had secretly tipped her chin high in the air: I will never conform!

He was the master of three thousand beauties, yet he loved only one.

Facing a head strong Empress Dowager, an abandoned Noble Consort, a doted Noble Consort and an indifferent Emperor whose eyes only looked at one, how would Shu Yin fare in this messy love tangles?