I am the daughter of a sinner, and I married Wusun for the third time, so that I could cut off the right arm of the Huns and protect the peace of the Western Region.
He is the Iron-Blooded Marquis, the general who governs the country in the Western Regions, the man who sent me to marry in the West, and the chess player who pushed me to power.
He took me through the wind and sand, recognized the sufferings of the people, taught me how to survive step by step, and gave me hope in life and death.
I am the king and he is the minister.
It starts with emotion and ends with etiquette.
Our names are engraved side by side in the history books, but our lives are misplaced.
Intention: The emotions of Wuyou and Xuanhui are extremely forbearing under the shackles of mission and identity, sacrificing small love to achieve great love. Every approach is accompanied by separation, and every sacrifice points to a greater sacrifice. The emotions are torn between "emotion starts from love, but only from etiquette and justice" and the turbulent inner waves, and finally creates an epic tragedy of mutual watching and mutual fulfillment.