It rained in the south of the Yangtze River, and Shen Tang met Xiao Jiye. The young man wore bright clothes and was angry with his horse. His smile was more dazzling than the sunshine in the south of the Yangtze River. He called her "Boss Shen", wrote to her "There are trees in the mountains and trees have branches" in the teahouse, and confessed awkwardly to her under the river lanterns in the Mid-Autumn Festival. It's not that she hasn't been moved, but she can't be moved - because she has already been engaged, and her fiancé is the head of the Xiao family in the capital.
Xiao Jingting, the Marquis of Zhenbei, wields power in both the government and the public, with a cold face and an iron fist. Everyone said that this marriage was an exchange of interests between the two families, but no one knew that he personally requested the marriage. He saw her from a distance at a palace banquet, and then he drew a portrait of her, begged his grandmother, and bet for two years to wait for her to come. He knew who she met in Jiangnan, but he didn't say anything - not because he was generous, but because he was afraid of pushing her further.
On the day Shen Tang put on her wedding dress, Xiao Jiye stood in the crowd watching the ceremony and watched with his own eyes his sweetheart being led by his brother to worship the heaven and earth. Only then did he realize that the girl he fell in love with at first sight in Jiangnan had become his sister-in-law.
The moment Xiao Jingting lifted his hijab, he knelt on one knee in front of her, holding all three years of forbearance and fear before her eyes: "Don't choose him. Let me spend my whole life filling that place in your heart bit by bit."
Brothers fight over wives. One is the cold-faced Marquis who never expresses love but loves him to the core, and the other is a young general who dares to snatch and fight in bright clothes and angry horses. Shen Tang seems gentle and harmless, but in fact he is more sober than anyone else. She doesn't push anyone away, and she doesn't condone anyone. In the back and forth between the two men, the ambiguity heats up inch by inch, and the blade approaches again and again - until she makes her own choice.
