In the seventeenth year of the Republic of China, war broke out all over the place. Lu Yanci, the governor of the Northern Territory, held a large number of troops and carried out massacres. He was the most feared leader in the entire north. A marriage of interests brought Su Qingwan, a new-style lady who had returned from studying abroad and was facing a family crisis, into the handsome man's house.
On the wedding night, he said coldly: This marriage is just a transaction, everyone gets what they want, and there is no love.
Su Qingwan nodded in agreement. She originally planned to stay calm and wait for the reconciliation, but unexpectedly, secret fights in the house kept emerging, including concubines' schemes, political rivals' assassinations, and family conflicts.
Everyone was waiting to see her reduced to a decoration in the cage, but she was proud and stood her ground with her knowledge and courage, resolving crises time and time again.
Lu Yanci watched coldly, from the initial temptation to use her to subconsciously protecting her again and again, his heart that had been frozen for many years gradually fell into pieces.
Everyone says that love in the Republic of China was 9 out of 10 miserable. Partings were entangled in smoke, and deep love was hard to maintain in troubled times.
But he was willing to let go of his sharp edge and use thousands of soldiers and power as a retainer to protect her from worries every year; she overcame worldly rumors and ran for it with determination in the fireworks of troubled times.
From a political marriage with each having their own thoughts, it became an unswerving preference in the years of war.
The smoke of gunpowder has not gone out, and the mountains and rivers are in turmoil. Only love has survived the troubled times and remains green year after year.
