The third princess of Tianqi was once a caged bird who cried out her blood for the one she loved, the Prime Minister, but was sent to Beili Purgatory by her own hands. Three years of finger-breaking secret medicine broke all the innocence and hustle and bustle. When she returned with broken wings, her old benefactor had become a new thorn. Only one person chased her from the end of the wind and snow, paving the spring scenery of the south of the Yangtze River for her return. But when the truth was revealed, the aloof prime minister was shocked to realize that what he broke with his own hands turned out to be the only glass lamp in the world. The rest of her life spent repenting in front of the ancient Buddha in Qingdeng was not as good as the belated flowers blooming on the tree outside her embroidery workshop.
