A tragic romance with two people devoted to each other. The male lead isn’t a scumbag. After finishing the story from the heroine’s perspective, I’ll continue from the hero’s perspective and tell the other side of their story.
This is neither a story about a strong, independent heroine nor a pampered little wife. The heroine is simply a slightly foolish girl fighting against fate. The setup at the beginning may take a little while.
Her perspective: I rode freely through Chang’an, living as I pleased. My father was the former dynasty’s chancellor, and the man I loved was the full-blooded younger brother of the previous dynasty’s emperor. My story was once the talk of all Chang’an, but I was also a joke even I mocked. Just as my heart was turning to ash, someone told me that my young love had never abandoned me, that he had done so much for me. I had never been abandoned, yet I had never been firmly chosen, either. Everything that came before was only passing clouds. In the dead silence, beneath soundless falling snow, I would spend this winter at Jialan Temple alone.
His perspective: I was my elder brother’s sharpest blade. The great families fought in Chang’an, and the court was swept by political storms. She and I were both sacrifices. But she placed her heart in my hands so openly. While caught in the game, if my meager strength could help her get what she wanted, I would die with a smile.
