The emperor faked his death and went into hiding for her,
throwing away his kingdom and his power, content to tend a courtyard of green plums with his wife and daughter.
Shiqi waited for him through countless days and nights,
from Qingxi to Yunxi, from a life on the edge of the blade to the peace of the mortal world.
When he returned, he wore plain clothes, his eyes full of tenderness:
“Shiqi, I’ve come to take you home.”
From then on, there was no longer an emperor named Xiao Heng,
only an ordinary man who brewed wine by Shiqi’s side.
With the green plums as their witness, they would spend the rest of their lives together in peaceful contentment.
