Everyone said that Jiang Chengzi, the daughter of the prime minister, was both beautiful and artistic. She could play the guqin like a fairy and her ears were instantly clear. She was undoubtedly the most talented woman in the capital. But she knew in her heart - those names were all brought out by outsiders to praise her father. She is just a greedy girl who plays the piano out of tune and only thinks about wandering around the world.
An imperial edict stuffed her into the East Palace and married her to the rumored stern and taciturn prince Yu Li. She secretly made a plan: Let's live each other's lives and live in peace, and then run away when she has saved enough money.
Unexpectedly, His Highness the Crown Prince was more troubled than the rumors said - she pretended to be sick, and he delivered medicine; she played the piano out of tune, and he taught her; she wanted to sneak out of the palace, but he silently prepared the carriage. Day after day, the place that was supposed to be a prison slowly began to feel warm.
Later, he gave up the throne and she gave up the idea of escape. The two of them lived in an ordinary courtyard in a small town in the south of the Yangtze River with a fat cat, a silly deer and a daughter who looked like a dumpling. There is no phoenix crown, no jade-stepped golden palace, only his tireless patience waiting for her by the bedside with a bowl of hot porridge every morning when she lies in bed and refuses to get up.
This is a story about a talented girl who is "not worthy of her name" and a prince who is "iron-hearted" and slowly learn to love each other through each other's clumsiness. Love is never about grand fulfillment, but about sweet-scented osmanthus cake, a bowl of boiled porridge day after day, and the understatement - "I will take you there every year from now on."
