[The disgraced noble lady in the capital vs the unruly young general]
The new wind is blowing, and Beijing is covered with snow and dust.
There is an undercurrent in the court, and suspicions about old cases remain. During the day, she was an aloof and self-possessed orphan, hiding her wisdom and forging ahead step by step in a desperate situation; under the dark curtain, she took off her disguise, using her intelligence as a blade and sincerity as a guide, to attack the iceberg general who had cut off her way of life every night.
They kissed each other with a paper doll, and they met each other three times in the city, but they all stopped politely.
He rode his horse to the border and defended his family and country with blood; while she was trapped in the capital, and her family was ruined and suffered disaster.
The prime minister was wronged, the wealthy family was in ruins, and it was raining and cold in the middle of the night. She knocked on the door to ask for help, but she only received a cold word that the engagement was cancelled, and her life was cut off.
Three years later, the geese returned, and the drums in Chang'an were noisy. The victorious general stood upright and suddenly looked at the orphan girl in plain clothes who was being buried. Where their eyes met, she lowered her eyes to hide her sadness, he reined in the dust and frost, and the hustle and bustle of the city became the background.
Separated by clouds and mud, the stigma and glory are as different as those in the sky.
