Amid the blood feud, an infatuated misunderstanding gave rise to a world-famous love.
He is Xiao Heng, the last spark in the founding general family. His grandfather made great achievements and his father died young. The family's glory was trampled and turned into dust by the emperor, Jing He, who usurped the throne and killed his relatives. Deep hatred is the only warmth under his cold armor.
She is Zhao Mingyue, the emperor's favorite pearl, with golden branches and jade leaves, and no knowledge of worldly affairs. The sight of him practicing swordsmanship was engraved in my heart when I was young, and I have been infatuated with him for many years. She didn't know that her bright smile reflected the blood and tears of the Xiao family; she didn't even know that her most beloved grandfather was his sworn enemy in this life.
An imperial edict gave him the daughter of his enemy as his wife. For her, it was the fulfillment of her long-cherished wish and the beginning of love; for him, it was a great shame and humiliation, and shackles were placed on her body. Newlyweds are as cold as frost.
The beacon fire is burning at the border, and the mountains and rivers are about to collapse.
Faced with a national crisis, Xiao Lin took the sword and went to the purgatory battlefield in northern Xinjiang, just to escape from this bone-crushing marriage cage. Jing Zhaoyun was so infatuated that she gave up her glory and wealth, disguised herself as a man, followed him thousands of miles away, and broke into the Shura field of blood and fire.
In the gap between life and death, love and hate collide fiercely.
She lost her innocence and saw clearly amidst the ruins of the walls and the mournful people.
