Beside the waterside pavilion in the south of the Yangtze River, she is the daughter of an anonymous criminal, her fingertips are stained with the fragrance of medicine, and her heart hides her last obsession with freedom;
In the northern military tent, he was the iron-blooded General Zhenbei, with life and death in his hands, and a paranoia that no one could understand in his eyes.
Due to an unexpected interception, Shen Qingci's life was forcibly turned around by Xiao Che. The iron shackles were not only holding her wrists, but also her desire to escape - using her sick mother as a threat, he dragged her from the misty south of the Yangtze River into the capital of the whirlpool of power, and trapped her in the general's mansion like a golden cage.
He said: "Shen Qingci, from the moment your father impeached me, you were destined to be mine."
She refused: "The general's power can lock my body, but it cannot lock my heart to leave."
The piano was smashed, the book turned to dust, and the Jiangnan waterside pavilion she embroidered was replaced by the northern scenery; she went on hunger strikes, self-mutilation, and even threatened death. Every time she resisted, she only got a tighter shackles from him. But when he tucked her in late at night, when he stared at her orchid grass with the word "prison" carved all over it, when he protected her as if he were alive in front of the enemy's tent, there seemed to be cracks that she couldn't understand under that layer of cold iron armor.
She thought hatred was the only answer, but when he was shot with several arrows in order to save her, she found that she was already in this forced entanglement and could not distinguish between hatred and other emotions. And he thought that possession would fill the gap, but when she really closed her eyes and stopped struggling, he was shocked to realize that the iron lock that locked her had already tightly entwined their fates.
The plum blossoms in the south of the Yangtze River have fallen and bloomed again, and the snow in the north has melted and accumulated. Is this confinement that started from the powerful a dilemma where both sides suffer, or is it a deep love that no one dares to admit?
