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In the winter of the 19th year of Zhenning, the father and son of the Yuan family went on an expedition to Liaodong, and then got involved in a mysterious case in Liaodong. The young Yuan Yu was accidentally buried on a cliff and died in a foreign country.
From then on, the lonely grave of Qianli was buried in the heart of the imperial princess Mingyao who was engaged to Yuan Yu when she was young.
Contrary to expectations, Mingyao and He Suiran, the prime minister's son whom he met when he was young, became a nominal couple.
The unparalleled princess of the Imperial family relied on the memories of her youth, dragged on her illness, and finally ran out of energy at the age of twenty-eight. However, she learned from her close relatives that the gentle young man Zeng Guangfengjiyue, like a green pine in the snow, did not die in an accident. Mingyao died suddenly.
After rebirth, Mingyao frequently fell into dreams, intertwined in the fate of her past life and this life. She began to deal with several old friends with whom she had deep friendship, trying to find the truth.
Until the general who would gallop on the battlefield and defeat the enemy thousands of miles away many years later came towards him step by step. There was tenderness hidden in his laughter and talk, but also a determination that would break the boat.
The journey was windy and frosty, coming like wind and rain. The two people who tested each other were withering in the mud and blooming like wildfire.
Thirteen years passed by in a blink of an eye, and the flowers in the mirror said goodbye to the trees.
Mingyao: "Who are you?"
Intention: Through the storm, look up and see the rainbow
