Who Will Be Buried with All the White Plum Blossoms?

In the twelfth year of Yonghe's reign, frost fell. Xie Zhiwei, the head of Daliang Tiance Mansion, fished out a young man covered in wounds from the cold palace. He was the former prince Rong Chu. The country was destroyed when he was five years old, and he was imprisoned for fifteen years. He ate rotten food, wore sackcloth, and was humiliated by the eldest princess. The only things that accompany him are the half-broken "Daliang Law" and the Fengming bloodline that can heal all things. What Xie Zhiwei wants is a chess piece. Rong Chu just wants to live. But when those peach blossom eyes looked at her, they were too clean. Xie Zhiwei, who was so clean that he had no plans left, didn't know how to make a move for the first time. She gave him snow salt and white porridge and said to him, "You don't have to kneel to anyone." He deduced the horoscope for her late at night, tested the medicine with his life, and stood in front of her. She asked to marry him in public in the main hall. He knelt before the king and said, "I am willing." Those were their best years. The white plum blossoms bloomed and fell in the backyard. She drank the porridge he cooked while he tied her hair. But after the frost, Beidi's 300,000 cavalry broke through. Rong Chu could have run. But behind him were 123 wounded soldiers, the youngest of whom was only fifteen years old. He said the last "Thank you" to Xie Zhiwei, and then Feng Ming's blood burned out and he fell into the heavy snow. She never smiled again. On the twenty-third of the twelfth lunar month, she closed the last page of "Pingbei Policy" and had her bed moved under the white plum tree. The snow fell silently. She looked at the white plum tree planted by him and finally shed tears. "Rong Chu, I can cry."