Shen Yujian, who is now the Queen Mother, loves to sit in the courtyard, holding the hand of the emperor's grandson and telling stories about the past - about the past between her and the late emperor Xiao Yan. She could clearly describe the appearance of the late emperor: how his eyebrows flew diagonally into his temples, how fine lines would form at the corners of his eyes when he smiled, and even the curve of his knuckles when holding a pen. But she could not remember why he passed away. It became a vague scar in her heart, like an unsolvable fog that lingered for many years.
Until that day when I was sorting out old things, a jade box carved with lotus flowers slipped from the depths of the dowry. Inside the box was half a yellowed jade pendant with concentric knots. When the fingertips touched the frayed silk thread on the knot with blood on it, dusty memories suddenly came flooding back like a flood. It turns out that the death of the late emperor was never a mystery. It was she who personally hid that heart-wrenching past deep in her heart.
When he was dying, the prince and grandson knelt on the floor in the dormitory, and their sobs lingered around the beams. However, Shen Yuzhen saw Xiao Yanhui in the hazy light and shadow - not the calm and majestic emperor later, but the high-spirited young man when they met again. He was still wearing the moon-white brocade robe in the light rain of apricot blossoms that year, looking at her with a smile, just like he had stood in front of her to support her when she was being made difficult by the children of the aristocratic family, his eyes were filled with unbreakable warmth.
Her thoughts drifted away, back to the afternoon when she had just returned to Beijing from the border. At that time, she was still a chivalrous girl in the general's palace, and he was the most dazzling prince within the palace walls.
Intention: pure love
