Princess Zhenyue Su Xianqi is the second daughter of Dajing Prime Minister Su Bohe and the eldest princess Jun Jiyue. The emperor personally named her "Zhenyue". She is noble in gold and jade, but has a kind heart. She and Xie Shuyan, the son of a general, have known each other since they were young, and they were childhood sweethearts. Shuyan's father was a general on the border of the town and had been friends with the Su family for generations. When they met, they called each other "Aqi" and "Shuyan", with an unspoken affection hidden in their eyes.
In the year of great victory, he came back and after getting along with each other for a few days, before leaving, he held Su Xianqi's hand and promised to marry him when he returned. Then a few months later, urgent news came from the border. Xie Shuyan was besieged by enemy troops, defeated and captured. Su Xianqi ignored the dissuasion, carried a medicine bag and a long sword, and rode alone into the enemy camp.
The enemy took Xie Shuyan as a hostage and forced her to tie herself up and capture her. "One life for another, princess, are you willing?" The chill in the tent was bone-chilling. Su Xianqi looked at the bruised young man in the prison, and slowly lowered the jade pendant around his waist - it was a gift to him when he was a child. She was imprisoned on his behalf, suffered all the humiliation, and finally died on a snowy night, with the tassels in her hair stained with blood and the silver bell on her wrist broken.
After Xie Shuyan was able to escape, he picked up his gun and rode his horse to break through the enemy's formation, fighting against millions of soldiers alone. He screamed her name in the sea of blood and corpses, and was eventually hit by thousands of arrows. He fell down leaning on a broken gun, but with a smile on his lips - he said that he would accompany her to see Jiang Nanchun.
The red makeup is not finished yet, the bones are already cold. That year, in the light rain of apricot blossoms, she fed him freshly roasted candied haws, and he brushed the fallen petals from her hair. It became an old dream that no one will remember.
