She is the poison tempered by the mist and rain in the south of the Yangtze River, and she is also the knife sharpened by the wind and sand of the desert.
Shen Zhiyi, in the name of the dead, married into the northern palace with the wisdom of photographic memory and the skill of poison. She thought this was the prelude to a well-planned revenge, but she didn't expect that what she faced was the unreserved sincerity of the commander of the Northern Territory.
When he used his hot love to build a "home" for her that she had never expected, the poison in her hands hesitated for the first time.
When the truth is revealed, love and forgiveness are the final destinations.
