A drunken joke by an emperor tied Shen Qingci and He Lin, who had no close friendship, to a red rope. He is the Ninth Prince with great military exploits, and she is the gentle daughter of the Shen family in Jiangnan. This marriage, which started out as absurd, was full of alienation and temptation at first.
The court was treacherous and the desert north was full of wind and clouds. They were forced to work side by side, but as they protected each other through life and death, they glimpsed the softness in each other's hearts. He lost his edge for her, and she solved the mystery for him. The mandarin duck chart that he had written drunkenly back then actually revealed the destined lines in the tempering of wind and rain.
The wizard's conspiracy, the old misunderstandings, and the strife in the court are like checkpoints in front of them. They hold each other's hands tightly, from the medicine house in the south of the Yangtze River to the palace in the capital, from tit-for-tat to life-and-death dependence. When the dust settled and the emperor re-gifted the wedding ceremony, in the bridal chamber with red candles burning brightly, he lifted her hijab, his eyes filled with solemnity that spanned the years: "Qing Ci, you are my only wife.
Three years later, the cries of dragons and phoenixes resounded throughout the palace, and the fragrance of mint mixed with laughter in the courtyard. That fate that started out as absurd eventually turned into the most mellow sweetness in time, confirming the saying - going round and round, the right person will eventually wait for perfection in the destined trajectory.
