A marriage under imperial decree bound two people who each had secrets together.
Admiral Ling Ye, the sharpest blade in the empire, was forced to pick a greenhouse flower that echoed the immortal snowfield in his heart.
On the wedding night, a frost-like warning fell: "You are just his shadow, keep your place."
Su Huaijin lowered her eyes, like a magnolia bearing the dew, and complied meekly. He trimmed his blooming posture into the docile look that Ling Ye expected.
He is a carefully calculated intelligence storm, but he is willing to act as an insignificant wind in front of him. An unexpected mark, a life quietly conceived, seems to be the logical ending of this drama.
Until the fallen star lights up again, returning with poisonous betrayal; until under the dome of the imperial court, all the evidence points to his hidden edge.
In front of everyone, the Omega, who was regarded as an accessory, had his back as straight as an iris stalk, tearing apart all the docile pretense. He looked at Ling Ye, with the determination to burn away the past in his eyes: "General, it's time for the mirror to be shattered. As for this child... It has nothing to do with you."
Ling Ye's world lost weight and collapsed at that moment, and he finally understood that the "invalid" pheromone that he had completely ignored was the only and fatal magnetic declination on the compass of his destiny.
Intention: A silly idea