Three years ago, she was the beloved imperial concubine favored uniquely by the emperor, unmatched in prestige. Three years later, the emperor lost his memory, and she drifted away to Jiangnan, only to meet again as strangers. She guarded her fabric shop to live out her days in peace, while he traveled around Lin'an with a new love. A bowl of osmanthus soup and an old jade pendant rekindled the unfinished fate between them. When the storm finally settled and past feelings reignited, he dismissed his entire harem, cast aside his imperial dignity, and stood guard outside the Zhenyu Pavilion day after day, begging only for a single word from her about returning to the palace. This time, would she be willing to trust him once more? Amidst the fragrance of osmanthus, the emperor's heart finally found its true home.