(Suspense opening + contrast + slap in the face + group portrait sublimation)
After the palace banquet was over, Gu Huaiyan protected the sick Liu Fuwei into the warm car, leaving Wen Zhaotang alone in the wind and snow outside the palace gate until dawn.
On the day she returned home, she heard from her servants that her husband had guarded Liu Fuwei all night.
In the past, she tolerated it only when he still had herself in his heart. This time she didn't cry or make a fuss. She only did three things - locked the main courtyard, moved to a side courtyard, and then handed over the letter of departure in front of the Manfu people.
"I was born into the Gu family." Gu Huaiyan tore up the cursive script.
Wen Zhaotang only replied to him calmly: "If you don't want to show dignity in private, then meet with the official."
Her grandmother supported her, and the spring lanterns left by her mother came to light again. She reopened the spring lantern shop, set up a female household independently, went to the palace to rescue people, and investigated her father's unjust case - step by step from an abandoned and divorced woman to a guest that ladies in the capital strive to make friends with.
And when the man who didn't look back on the snowy night began to regret it, the betrothal gift from the cold-faced powerful minister Yan Tingzhou had already passed through Xuanjing Long Street.
He never pushed her or rushed her, he only said in her ear: From now on, you don't have to wait for dawn alone.
From the palace gate on a snowy night to the ten thousand dengzhao gate, what she wanted was never anyone's return, but her own path and a home where she no longer had to rely on anyone.
The snow is gone, spring has returned, and the sun shines.
