The rain from the south of the Yangtze River moistened the bluestone, and the fragrance of gardenia entwined the old gown. In the pen of the poor scholar Chen Qianfan, the stitches of Jiang Wanning's fingertips were hidden, and the burden of Jiang Xun's shoulders was also pressed down.
A piece of fame urged him to go north, but the marriage certificate given by the emperor trapped him in Beijing. When the red robe of the champion is stained with ink tears, when the waiting thousands of miles away turns into frost, every step of his struggle between prosperity and original intention is a hot life hidden in time.
