Song Zhixu, the legitimate son of the Song family in Guangping, had a name that quoted Yi'an's poems and a powerful plot in his chest. He was the Qilin son envied by everyone in Beijing. Yan Qing, the orphan of the declining Yan family, was gentle and transparent, and kept her pace at every step. She had a glimpse of her since she was a child, and she has kept that elegant figure in her heart for half her life.
He rose to prominence, was involved in the turmoil of seizing his direct heir, and stirred up the world in the chaos of the court; she guarded a study, wandering in the dust to survive, but she always quietly gave him a glimmer of light when he was in trouble.
The family gap, the imperial power's calculations, and misunderstandings abounded, tearing the bond between the two people bloody. He is the powerful Zhongcheng, and she is a lonely orphan. The difference between them is that they cannot get what they ask for.
This love, which began in childhood and was trapped in power and intrigue, I thought it would end in two people forgetting each other, but I didn't expect that the two of them would join hands and promise to be together for a hundred years.
