[Disgraced Noblewoman from the Capital vs. Rebellious Young General]
The northern winds swept over armor, and snow covered the dust of the capital.
The court was rife with hidden currents, and the doubts surrounding an old case remained unresolved. By day, she was a cool, self-possessed orphan, concealing her sharpness and wisdom as she plotted her way forward in dire straits. Under cover of darkness, she shed her disguise, wielding strategy as a blade and sincerity as bait as she worked night after night to win over the icy general who had once cut off her only path to survival.
Bound by a childhood betrothal, they met three times at the city gates, but each encounter ended with proper restraint.
He rode off to the frontier, risking his life to defend his family and country. She remained trapped in the capital, where her family was ruined and disaster struck.
The prime minister was falsely accused, the great house fell into ruin, and on a cold, rain-soaked night, she knocked on his door for help. All she got in return was a cold declaration that their engagement was over. Every path to survival was cut off.
Three years later, the geese returned and Chang’an rang with drums. The victorious general sat tall on his horse, and his gaze suddenly met that of the orphaned girl dressed in white for a funeral. Their eyes met. She lowered her gaze to hide her grief; he reined in his horse as dust and frost settled around him. The clamor of the city faded into the background.
Worlds apart, they stood beneath the same sky, divided by infamy and glory.
