Emperor Lin Shuang discovers that his accomplished younger brother, Prince of Zhenxi Lin Yuhuan, is secretly involved with Ye Qinghan, the eunuch he trusts most.
Suspicion takes root, and the emperor begins to lay his plans. He grants them an estate to keep them apart, establishes a secret investigation bureau to look into them, and ultimately has them imprisoned on charges of treason. He gives them a choice: a “wedding at the execution ground,” personally presided over by him, followed by a shared cup of poisoned wine.
Snow falls over the Meridian Gate. Red wedding silk and white mourning cloth share the same stage, while wedding music mingles with funeral laments. The ceremony ends, and the wine is drained.
Seated high above, the emperor watches everything conclude as planned. He has secured his rule and eliminated a threat. But from then on, the deep palace is filled only with endless silence and the sound of wind and snow that wakes him in the dead of night.
Then, while going through his younger brother’s belongings, he finds a thick stack of sketches and letters that were never sent. Then he sees the rusted arrowhead beneath Ye Qinghan’s pillow. One had burned in silence; the other had loved to the bitter end.
The emperor sits at the pinnacle of power, yet has become the loneliest of prisoners.
The lifelong regretful literature of a vicious mother-in-law How could I have such a dream (laughs)
I've been crying 😢 so beautiful