In the twenty-seventh year of Jianning, March 19th, spring was deep.
The girls who were waiting for marriage in Shengjing quietly tightened the handkerchiefs in their hands as they listened to the maid's account of the grand ceremony of Sanlang Xie's wedding.
Xie Yuanxing is the head of the Xie family of Qinghe, the most famous Qingliu family in the world. He is handsome and elegant, with unparalleled grace. He was able to write poetry at the age of three, picked up a pen at the age of five, and became a servant of Danqi at the age of nineteen. He was highly praised by the emperor and always accompanied him.
This time, the Holy Emperor personally proposed to marry General Weiyuan's second lady, Ji Qingdai. She had a brilliant temperament and unparalleled beauty, making her a good match.
On the wedding night, amidst all the anxiety, I lifted my hijab lightly.
Under the red candlelight, Xie Yuanxing's handsome eyebrows looked straight over, and Ji Qingdai's heart skipped a beat.
But I heard his voice was cold and distant: "From now on, when we are outside, you and I should treat each other as husband and wife, and we should play the harp and harp in harmony. Inside, we should abide by our duties and not go beyond the limits of thunder."
On the night of flowers and candles in the bridal chamber, Hexin wine was left alone on the table. Tears dripped from the candles, reflecting the red color in the room. Ji Qingdai was alone in the empty boudoir.
A few days later, Ji Qingdai accidentally learned that Xie Yuanxing was the chief of Changyang Palace who could not afford to kneel down and begged for this marriage.
Xie Yuanxing, who had always been cold and aloof, was actually willing to do this for her.
Ji Qingdai looked at the candlelight that was not extinguished late at night in the study, and for the first time she had a delusional thought: Maybe this marriage is not a dead end...?
During her three years in the Xie family, Ji Qingdai gave up martial arts and turned to literature, taking charge of the central government. She patiently learned the rules and standards of a wealthy family, smoothed her edges and endured the difficulties and hardships of the Xie family's elders.
She once manipulated Ma Jingjiao's hands and learned to hold the hot tea cup steadily when her mother-in-law set the rules. She didn't dare to tremble even if her fingertips got red marks.
Until the turmoil between the government and the public was dark, the prince's secrets were discovered, and all the party members who used to hold high positions were imprisoned, and the Ji family was framed among them.
The cold wind was biting outside the palace, and Ji Qingdai knelt on the cold stone steps and begged, not asking for relief, but just asking to see her parents one last time. Xie Yuanxing stood in the corridor with his hands behind his hands, the lights making his figure tall and indifferent.
He watched her tears fall silently, and then said quietly: "The proposal to marry me that day was just a promise to an old friend. You and I have already known our duties, so why bother with such an attitude."
In the 30th year of Jianning, Ji Qingdai's parents died unjustly in prison. She left a letter of divorce and left the Xie family alone.
The man who had always been cold and self-possessed tore the paper and Li Shu into pieces.
In the following three months, the court was turned upside down.
Xie Yuanxing changed his usual composure and stirred up the situation in an almost self-destructive manner. He compiled evidence to frame the cruel officials who had interrogated the Ji family; he argued forcefully in front of the emperor, even at the expense of angering Tian Yan, just to overthrow the decree; he even produced secret files from the former prince that could shake the country's foundation in exchange.
He did everything he could to get a chance to reverse the case for the Ji family.
Winter snow fell along the eaves, Ji Qingdai closed the window, and there was a rapid knock on the door.
She opened the door and took a sharp step back.
The man outside the door was covered in wind, frost and night. His official robe had not been changed, and he smelled of blood. The cold and deep eyes of the past were bloodshot. He was no longer the aloof and powerful minister, but more like a desperado who could only hold on with one breath.
He handed a blood-stained file to her, his voice hoarse and frightening, but with a hint of desperate madness:
"The crown prince has been deposed, and the third prince is about to ascend the throne. Qingdai, three hundred and twenty-seven lives, twenty-seven unsolved cases, the innocence of the Ji family... I will clear it for you."
His Adam's apple rolled violently, and he looked at her as if he was offering his last bet:
"Now... I will use my official robe and my life to get you to look back at me. Is that enough?"
Purpose: Cherish the sincerity
