Five years ago, the fire at Haiyan Tower split Jiang Jingshu's life in half. The first half is about begging and dependence on the streets of Qingzhou; the second half is about the forbearance in the Li family's house and the shock after entering Beijing.
After entering Beijing, Jiang Jingshu struggled between the plots of the harem and the difficulties of the noble daughter. She knew that only the power in her hands was the foundation for a stable life.
But she would occasionally think of the young man's thin back in Qingzhou City and her unspeakable longing.
At the emperor's birthday banquet, various countries came to celebrate his birthday, and the prince of Liyue Kingdom came with other envoys.
She was listening boredly to the chats of the ladies around her when she looked up and saw the figure that haunted her.
After the palace banquet, the prince waited at the door while Jiang Jingshu walked over without looking back. He was stopped by the person behind him. Neither of them spoke first.
"Do you two know each other?" Seeing the stalemate between the two of them, the friend next to him asked doubtfully.
"I don't know."
"We know each other."
Two voices sounded at the same time. She did not look back, but her body trembled slightly.
"If it were a stranger, would his eyes also shed tears?"
She suddenly realized that she had already burst into tears.
Purpose: Self-awakening in desperate situation