The Snow in Horqin Cannot Be Burned Away

In the ninth year of Tiancong, at the end of summer in Horqin, the wind was sweet. Urentuoya is the freest wind on this grassland, with her lake-blue Mongolian robe and laughter like silver bells; Batu is the most solid guardian beside her. The two are childhood sweethearts, childhood sweethearts, and they are a pair that everyone on the grassland admires. The turning point of fate began on an unknown hill. Belle Dodo, a young man who was ordered to inspect the ranch, was tired of the intrigues and flattery. He accidentally caught a glimpse of the scene behind the hill - Urentoya and Batu galloping among the waves of golden grass. Their pure and blazing love was like a thunder, splitting the ice made of iron and blood in Dodo's heart. That glance was a startling sight. However, he is the powerful Fifteen Baylor of the Kingdom of Jin and the sharpest sword under Huang Taiji; she is an unknowing "idle piece" on his political marriage chessboard. A well-designed "accidental encounter" forcibly twisted the fate of the two people. Dodo was attracted by Urentoya's agility and tenacity. He thought he was a hunter, but unknowingly, he became a prisoner of love. He used all his tactics and tricks to bring her from the grassland to the center of power in the high-walled courtyard of Shengjing. From then on, heaven and earth were separated. She was the bird in his golden cage that refused to bow its head, lingering in his heart day after day with her silence and stubbornness. What he thought was conquest turned out to be bone-eroding torture. Batu's protection became the eternal white moonlight in her heart, and also became the sharpest knife that stabbed Duduo. In the game of power and sincerity, in the whirlpool of misunderstanding and sacrifice, love has become a war without a winner. The snow in Horqin will eventually melt, but can this love burned by fire still regain its original appearance? Intent: In the grand historical narrative and cruel power game, individual love seems so small and so tenacious. True love is not about possession and conquest, but understanding and fulfillment. Even if you are crushed by fate and blinded by misunderstanding, the throbbing and fetters originating from the depths of your soul are like weeds that cannot be burned out but will grow again when blown.