Fu Jiu's family was in the care of the Marshal's house. Her childhood engagement and love for the Marshal made her wait for six years. When she returned in triumph, she didn't expect that the Marshal would bring back a wife who had studied abroad.
The old lady wanted to marry her off as her granddaughter, but the young marshal promised to make her his concubine!
Fu Jiu: I'm sorry, I won't marry you. I want to focus on my career.
Marshal Huo: Have you found Madam?
Guard: Report to the young marshal, my wife is busy setting up a street stall.
When layers of fog are lifted, when misunderstandings gradually deepen, where will a love that spans the flames of war and life and death end?
Years later, Fu Jiu still remembered that day when she was stopped in the crowd and she desperately called out to the man riding a white horse.
But he just glanced at her indifferently and rode towards his bride.
