Jin Quilt Warms the Cold Winter

She died from her concubine's poisoned wine, her fiancé's betrayal, and even more from the regret of learning that her grandmother died because of her. When she opened her eyes again, Shen Nuanqian returned to the day of her wedding - the sedan chair was being carried to the palace of the "Living King of Hell" Pei Jin. In her previous life, she ran away from marriage in public and became a laughing stock. In this life, she opened the sedan curtain and walked towards the man who was poisoned by a strange poison: "Your Majesty, I will not withdraw from this marriage." She turned around and tore up the engagement with the scumbag and married into the prince's palace with the jade bracelet given by her grandmother. She used the spiritual spring to grow vegetables and sell medicine, subdue her servants, and even picked up a child named Pei Xiaotuan who could not speak. And Pei Jin, who was as cold as ice, lost his mother at the age of seven and died ten years ago, and his heart was ashen, but he was slowly warmed by the lamp she lit every night. Before her death, her grandmother held her hand: "Remember, you are a brocade quilt. Warm yourself first, and then your loved one." On the seventh day of my grandmother's life, my concubine came to her house to cause trouble. Shen Nuanqian opened the wooden box left by her grandmother - there was no gold or silver, only a letter: "Whoever makes my granddaughter shed a tear, I will make him shed a bowl of blood." At that moment, she finally understood: true warmth is not hiding under the wings to avoid the cold, but making your own fire in the cold winter, and lighting the way forward for the people you love. Later, when Pei Jin was besieged in Gushan, she rushed to the battlefield; Pei Xiaotuan spoke in front of her grandmother's grave; many years later, on a snowy night, she and Pei Jin sat opposite each other, with their grown-up children surrounding their knees. There is wind and snow outside the window, and it is warm as spring inside the house. Grandma's lantern was still swaying in the wind - it was what Pei Jin would light every year. For her, for them, for everyone who has been warmed by warmth. I hope everyone walking in the cold night can find their own brocade quilt!