After her family falls into decline, Fu Jiu is left to depend on the Marshal’s household. Bound by a childhood engagement and her love for the young marshal, she waits six years, only to find that when he returns victorious, he has brought back a foreign-educated wife.
The old madam wants to marry her off as if she were her own granddaughter, but the young marshal declares he intends to take her as a concubine!
Fu Jiu: Sorry, I won’t marry you. I’m going to focus on my career.
Young Marshal Huo: Have you found my wife?
Soldier: Reporting, Marshal. The madam is busy running a street stall.
As layer upon layer of mystery is peeled away and misunderstandings deepen, where will a love that crosses the smoke and flames of war, and even life and death, end?
Years later, Fu Jiu still remembers that day. She was trapped in the crowd, desperately calling out to the man seated high on a white horse.
He merely glanced at her indifferently, then rode toward his bride.
