Blood feud is the plot, and deep love is the bait. In this game in the name of marriage, who is the real hunter?
In the third year of Yongning in the Great Zhou Dynasty, the war in the north suddenly stopped, and an imperial decree was issued to marry Pei Yan, the legitimate daughter of the Pei family, to Wei Jue, the eldest son of Zhenbeihou. One is the apple of the eye of the first family in the south of the Yangtze River, gentle as water but with hidden edge; the other is the war god of the north made of iron and blood, as cold and sharp as a knife but with a lot of hatred in his heart. Ten years ago, in the "Battle of Burning the City", Pei's betrayal caused all the men of the Wei family to die in battle, and the blood feud was deep-rooted. Is this forced marriage ten years later the emperor's comfort or the beginning of another conspiracy?
**She works step by step and overcomes strength with softness. **
Pei Yan knew very well that he was a "proton" being sent into the tiger's mouth, but he still wanted to find a way out in this tiger's den. Qiwuyuan is as cold as a prison, and she breaks the ice with tea ceremony; Songhetang is full of murderous intentions, and she uses pharmacology to bury the clues; she even subdues the naive maid Aman and the orphan Aruo, and weaves a dark web. Everyone knows that Pei's daughter is weak and can be bullied, but they don't know that she has a hidden blade in her sleeve, and her gentle smile has revealed Mrs. Su's hidden illness, Wei Jue's heart knot, and even... The whereabouts of the "Ember Jue" that is related to the lifeblood of the Northern Territory.
**He watched with cold eyes, trying to catch him. **
The iron walnuts were crushed and closed between Wei Jue's fingers, just like his conflicting emotions. Marrying the daughter of his enemy was to paralyze Pei, but why was this woman always beyond his expectation? The tea she cooked could relieve his grandmother's headaches, the plum blossoms she planted seemed to bring out the beauty of spring in the south of the Yangtze River, and even the stupid girl next to her who could trip over counting bricks inexplicably made a crack in his cold heart. Until that night, he saw the cold silver needle on her fingertips
