Xie Wancheng, the eldest daughter of the Xie family, was the princess of Yichun whom everyone in the capital respected. She controlled half of the family seals and was in charge of private treasury and military forces. The court and clan all wanted her to have three points. But no one knew that this eldest daughter, who even the emperor dared to antagonize, had the weak spot of Xie Zhi, an orphaned nephew who was dependent on others.
When they first met, he huddled in the corridor and cried, and she held the stove for him to shield him from the mother-in-law's scolding; when the jade bracelet case came up, the whole government accused him of stealing things, and she threw her family seal in public to guarantee, "No one dares to touch the person I thank Wancheng for."
He once felt so inferior to Yunni because of his status that he wanted to run away. He would lower his head when he saw her wearing the princess's gold-patterned dress, and his hands would shake when holding the waistband she gave her. But later, he dared to visit the study at night to record the evidence of the prince's crime, dared to force his aunt to protect her, and was able to memorize the family rules in front of the clan and investigate corruption. He accepted the other half of the family seal from her and became the person to rule the Xie family together with her.
From the first encounter with the guardianship of Huahai Liwei in the deep corridor of Die Yin, from the decision to break off the engagement against the decree to the rest of his life watching the rosy clouds from the cane chair, her sharpness kept him safe, and his meticulousness became her destination. It turns out that the most dazzling princess also needs a safe house where she can take off her armor; and the humblest orphaned nephew can eventually grow into the armor that protects her throughout her life.
This is a two-way journey that begins with a warm hearth and ends with a long life. It is also a never-ending chapter of "you fight for me, and I grow for you."
Intention: "Tenderness is not a soft armor given by God, but a self-cut ransom - every time you want to protect someone, you must first use your own flesh to pad the blade; but it is precisely because of the blood attached to it that it changes from a transaction to a belief, so that the person being protected finally dares to turn the tip of the knife to the world instead of poking at himself."