"The day she broke her love pendant, all the camellias in Prince Jing'an's palace bloomed overnight."
Shen Zhiyi, the most noble daughter in the capital, used a camellia hairpin to pledge her love to Lu Chenzhou, the only son of the general's family. She transplanted a garden full of camellias to the general's palace for him, but when she waited for his triumphant return, she held the pregnant medical girl in her arms.
"This trick is so sick, let's kill it."
When her former lover cut off the flowers and trees with his sword, she silently counted eighteen sounds - those were the number of footsteps that landed on the wall of her courtyard when he climbed over the wall to propose marriage.
Later, the whole capital heard:
The daughter of the Shen family handed over the letter of departure at court, and the gold-edged camellia pattern shone brightly in the palace;
Xiao Jingheng, the king of Jing'an, came to the palace overnight and brought out a copy of the account books of each of her shops for the past three years. On the last page, she commented, "You are frowning today, but the newly brewed plum wine is too sour."
And General Lu, who had been demoted to the border, knelt in the ruins and finally dug out the still alive camellia roots - just like the flower seeds she had hidden under the broken jade pendant, they had quietly grown all over the prince's back garden before he knew it.
