The moment she opens her eyes, she finds herself trapped in the plot of a book.
She is Shen Zhiyi, transmigrated into the poisoned cup destined to be spilled. He is Xiao Che, the childhood sweetheart who grew up by her side and the future emperor who will sever all ties with his past.
The palace walls are high, the storm is fierce, the Crown Prince has his sword drawn, and the Second Prince keeps his strength hidden. She means to keep her head down and avoid trouble, but he catches her hand.
He still remembers the green plum she picked when she was eight. He still shields her from the blades at the banquet. His gaze dark, he asks, “Zhiyi, will you tear up this script with me?”
Green plums fall into the inkstone, old marks meet fresh ink.
From childhood sweethearts circling each other to clasped hands breaking through the plot,
this vast realm was always meant to be a new story written for us.
