She is the female general Ye Zhao who has returned from a bloody battle. The war smoke in Mobei dyes her shirt red, and her achievements are shining brightly.
He is the emperor Xiao Che who sits on the dragon's throne. He is a noble person, but he is full of doubts.
On top of the golden palace, he bestowed the supreme honor of "Zhenbeihou" with a smile, but his fingertips were rubbing the secret guard token in his sleeve. She knelt down to receive the imperial edict, her armored shoulders still bearing a heavy burden, and her old wounds aching. A whisper of "I most hate those who have great achievements and shock the Lord" is like a poison-quenching blade, piercing the last trace of warmth between the monarch and his ministers.
The Marquis' Mansion given to him was the haunted house of the former dynasty's criminal officials, and it was also a carefully crafted prison cage. The daily examinations by the imperial doctors are a shackles, and the mountains of military memorials in Mobei are a test. What's even more fatal is that Wei Zheng, the life and death brother who once shielded her from the knife and whom she thought had been buried in the sand, was actually wearing a guard uniform and became the emperor's deepest nail in her side.
Suspicions follow us everywhere, and temptations are pressing every step of the way. The emperor came walking in the snow late at night, his hands shaking slightly as he gave the medicine, and was the anxiety surging in his eyes real? Is it false? In the past, Paoze guarded silently, and the pain buried deep in his eyes was loyalty? Is it rebellion?
On the chessboard of power, she is the lone besieged general. The old wounds were torn repeatedly, and the blood he coughed up was like red plums in the snow. On one side is the emperor's unpredictable mind, on the other side is the silent betrayal of the brothers, and on the other side is the safety of Mobei's soldiers. She struggled in this golden cage, carrying Guo Zuo on her shoulders, and her heart was imprisoned.
This life-and-death war never really ends. When trust is riddled with holes and love and hate grow twisted in the soil of suspicion, can they find a glimmer of dawn between the cold intrigues and the hot old love? Or, in the end, we will sink into this prison of the heart together.
