I became the prisoner pet of the enemy who killed my brother by marrying him.
The enemy general Lu Zhao said that my eyes were like the white moonlight of his death, but those were exactly my brother Shen Mu who died in the battle.
The blood feud has not been avenged for three years, so I pretended to be a docile substitute and stayed in the enemy camp every step of the way, just waiting for an opportunity to kill the enemy with my own hands.
But the gentleness and ruthlessness entangled every night, the court secretly communicating with Beidi's conspiracy, and the war igniting at the border gradually disrupted all plans.
When the truth was revealed, there was another person who killed my brother. The love and hatred between me and him were already in the shadow of the sword, and they were inseparable.
It was windy and snowy in the north, and I was holding my brother's blue frost sword. On one side, there was a blood feud, and on the other side, I was bound by a desperate situation. Every step I took was on the tip of the sword.
