He was the former prince who crawled out from the fire in the East Palace. He lived for ten years under someone else's name and became a general from the dead.
She was a concubine who had been left in the Taifu's backyard for eighteen years. No one cared about her life or death, and even the servants dared to beat and scold her.
That night he ran into her yard, covered in blood. She saved him not because she was soft-hearted, but because she didn't want to see him die, that's all.
Later he married her, and everyone in the capital laughed. A mud-legged general marries a concubine from a lonely star, a perfect match.
He taught her how to ride a horse, how to use a sword, and how to read. She organized information for him and dealt with the inner house. On the day he went to war, she put on his armor and stood at the door of the house to block the officers and soldiers who ransacked the house.
Someone asked her what she was drawing.
She said, I am not waiting for him to save me.
He found out that the fire was caused by the current emperor. When the army came to the city, she was escorted to the tower with a dagger hidden in her sleeve and a light in her eyes that he had never seen before.
What he often thought about later was not the snowy night she saved him.
It was the afternoon when she stood in the wind wearing his armor and said, "The general is not here, but the lady is."
One crawled out of the fire and the other grew out of the mud. It's not who saved the other, it's the two of them who became human beings together.
