From the broken rainy night of "brother, will you marry me" to the gaze of "I am an imperial envoy and you are a medical woman" in the epidemic area, every inch of progress and retreat between the shackles of identity and the intertwining of eyes is a reflection of reason and emotion. Love is the seventy-eight unsent letters hidden in secret compartments, the madman who cut off his finger bones and splattered his wedding dress with blood, and the silent protection of "For you, I am willing to play a game with the world."
The double-strength growth line of "each reaches the top and meets each other at the top"
He is a powerful minister: from the eldest grandson of the Marquis to the northwest governor, to the "double censors" before the imperial court, every step is a dance on the edge of a knife, weaving a dark web between imperial power, marriage and family responsibilities.
She is a doctor: from a cousin who was exiled to the south of the Yangtze River, to a female doctor who rescued people in epidemic areas, and then to being involved in the palace whirlpool based on her medical skills for strange diseases, she used the silver needle as a sword to reinvent herself in the field of life and death.
During the years they were separated, each became the backbone that could support the mountains and rivers.
Suitable for readers: Readers who prefer the emotional mode of "forbearance and restraint but deep into the bone marrow".
—— Dedicated to all readers who believe that "love can make people vulnerable, and it can also make people stand upright."
