In the winter of Tianbao's fourteenth year, the snow in Chang'an has not yet fallen, but the drums of Yuyang have shattered the empire's dreams.
Shen Zhenzhen woke up on a bumpy carriage. What she held tightly in her hand was not the soft bag she had brought with her when she left the palace, but a fish charm thrust into her by King Li Yu of Guangping. "Live." His last look was like a tempered knife, burning in her heart.
As the rebellion surged, she was separated from the royal family and wandered south of the Yangtze River. She is no longer the talented Shen family, but just the "Zhu Niang", a refugee woman. Until the rebel general named Feng Li saw her in a ruined temple when he was tracking down the remnants of the royal family - she was bandaging an injured refugee, her fingers were stained with blood, but her eyes were as clear as the Taiye pool water when they first saw her.
"I recognize you." Feng Li's voice was hoarse, his hand pressed on the handle of the knife, but he still didn't pull it out.
Pearl raised her head and met his gaze calmly. She knows that under the crushing force of history, personal love, hate, identity, and innocence are all as thin as a piece of paper. What she wants to do is to write a different ending on this piece of paper for herself and for the refugees who need shelter behind her.
This article focuses on a woman's survival wisdom and spiritual growth in an extreme historical environment. Her "legend" does not lie in how many people love her, but in how she maintains her subjectivity and affects the small world around her in the cracks of power, war, and morality. Li Yu's love is the tear between family and country responsibilities and personal emotions; Feng Li's love is the struggle between betrayal of position and redemption of soul. The emotional line is more restrained and restrained, full of the helplessness of fate and the brilliance of human nature.
