In the summer of the seventeenth year of Emperor Yong Tiancheng's reign, the fifth princess Ling Ye learned that her brother from the same mother died in childbirth, leaving behind an infant niece. She volunteered to fight and fought in the north for four years. Everyone praises the Fifth Princess for her bravery and tenacity, but only she knows that it is not that she is not afraid of death, but that she no longer has the energy.
The year she returned to Beijing, she bumped into Mu Wangwu, the youngest daughter of the prime minister's family, in front of a medicine stall in the south of the city. She thinks she is naive, she thinks she is rude, both of them are right, this is the most painful misunderstanding.
Later she discovered that the "innocent" girl took everything in her heart, including the stools she repaired, the tangerine peels she bought, and the wooden hairpins she peeled. But she, a general who was "not afraid of death", actually began to be afraid: afraid that she would not be able to wait for the phrase "the sweet-scented osmanthus will bloom soon", afraid that she would not be worthy of the lamp.
One cannot speak, and the other dare not listen. When they finally spoke, the war broke out again in the north, and nearly 100,000 troops from the imperial court pressed on the border. This time, she set out on the expedition with the wish of "coming back alive". She guarded the osmanthus tree and waited for the letter.
In the darkness, a woman named Lu has been watching all this. Her enemy is also named Ling. Her light was being held in the hands of another person named Ling.
The sky was just right that year, and she finally learned to live well.
