On the wedding night, why is it that the candles are burning brightly, but my husband's eyes are as cold as ice?
Does a bowl of "calming soup" really cure the disease, or does it want her to forget it forever?
When the memory fragments wake up - why does the Tsing Yi doctor "Jiang Yuan" who taught her medical skills under the apricot tree gradually overlap with the cold and powerful husband Gu Yanzhi?
Whose mark was the character "Qing" on the mutton-fat jade ring?
Which unshakable backer does the irrefutable evidence of collaboration with the enemy that my father desperately tried to hide point to?
And the man who blocked the poisonous arrow for her, with his eyes filled with pain, was he the son of an enemy who deserved to be cut into pieces, or was he the only real light in the rest of her dark life?
When a doctor's kindness collides with a sea of blood and hatred, and when false tenderness threatens to destroy the whole family, how should she find her name in the whirlpool of lies and calculations, and seek justice for her relatives who died in vain?
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It began as a political marriage filled with surveillance and calculations. The relationship has evolved from wary confrontation, experienced limited cooperation, developed into each other's only ally at the critical moment of life and death, and finally moved towards deep understanding and love.
Everyone said that I climbed a high branch and married a good man.
But no one knows that that bowl of soothing soup every night makes me forget my past.
Until I found seven blood-stained copper coins in the secret compartment of the makeup box and a note: "Don't trust Gu Lang."
I pretended to obey, and when he called me Wanqing in a gentle voice, I timidly lowered my head and hid the cold light in my eyes.
Gu Yanzhi, my good husband. Did you know that hunters often enter the game looking like prey?
It began as a political marriage filled with surveillance and calculations. The relationship has evolved from wary confrontation, experienced limited cooperation, developed into each other's only ally at the critical moment of life and death, and finally moved towards deep understanding and love.
Everyone said that I climbed a high branch and married a good man. But no one knows that that bowl of soothing soup every night makes me forget my past. Until I found seven blood-stained copper coins in the secret compartment of the makeup box and a note: "Don't trust Gu Lang." I pretended to obey, and when he called me Wanqing in a gentle voice, I timidly lowered my head and hid the cold light in my eyes. Gu Yanzhi, my good husband. Did you know that hunters often enter the game looking like prey?