"On that snowy day in Bianliang City, Su Wan clutched the faded divorce letter and knelt at the door of the General's Mansion with her one-year-old Xiao Nian in her arms all night. The sound of Gu Zhao's horse hoofs ran over her head, leaving only the words, 'A wife who is a collaborator with the enemy is not worthy of being a general's wife.' Three years later, the Canxiang Embroidery Lady became the living sign of the 'Wanxiang Embroidery House' in the capital, and the princess was snatching her embroidery. , Even General Dingbei's invitation was crumpled into a ball and thrown into the charcoal basin. Until that day, he stood at the door of the embroidery house, looking at the silver lock on her wrist that was the same as Xiao Nian's, and his Adam's apple rolled: 'That anonymous letter from back then...' She lowered her eyes and threaded the needle, and wrapped the embroidery thread around his fingertips: 'General, what can I exchange for the answer you owed me when the letter of divorce was still fresh?
