[Strong combination + Weiai + Shuangwen + he]
The twilight in Yujing Kingdom always has an insoluble viscosity, like silk soaked in blood, falling silently on the eaves of the Golden Palace. That monarch who sat high on the throne never had state policies running through his fingertips, but something darker—perhaps the ink marks spreading on the territory map, or the looming shadow behind the necks of the courtiers.
In the year when the begonias in the General's Mansion were in full bloom, Shen Zhiyi was the only legitimate daughter of the General's Mansion who was loved by thousands of people. When her mother taught her to recognize the stars, she said that every star has its own trajectory, but no one can tell what is hidden at the end of the trajectory. At that time, the light in her eyes was brighter than the gems on the general's father's scabbard, but no one expected that the twelve-year-old wind would sweep away all the warmth, leaving only a cold lock, trapping her deep in the palace wall.
On the day Hongzhuang got married far away, the wheels rolled across the border of Yujing Kingdom, making a tinny sound, like some kind of ominous omen. She put on an identity that was not her own and walked into another splendid prison. The face reflected in the bronze mirror was half docile wrapped in fine clothes, and half concealed an edge that no one knew existed.
The eyes of the Crown Prince of Canglan Kingdom were colder than the snow in the north, but at a certain moment, ripples appeared when they passed through the broken hair on her temples. What separates them is more than just the boundary between the two countries? Maybe it was the real name she didn't dare to say, maybe it was the secret message he hid in his sleeve, or maybe it was the web that fate had already woven and was full of thorns.
When the war drums beat simultaneously on the border between the two countries, she stood in the wind, with her crumbling motherland behind her and an unfathomable future in front of her.
