"The insects in the summer do not speak of the ice" - the elders of the previous dynasty once used this to ridicule the new dynasty, laughing at it for not recognizing the character of the motherland.
The queen, who was on the verge of death from poison on her wedding night, woke up with amnesia. As her memory gradually recovered, she learned that she was the last princess of the previous dynasty, and her husband was the new emperor of the Xia Dynasty who destroyed her homeland.
The great cause of national restoration is like a giant net, and she has become the most critical chess piece in the net. On one side are the old ministers of the former dynasty. They used blood feud as a lock, asking her to remember her identity and fight to the death, even if she was already an abandoned child.
On the other side is the new emperor's husband. The lingering poison was not cleared up, and due to a strange combination of circumstances, she became married to her enemy; but he struggled repeatedly between use and sincerity, and there was a sincerity deep in his eyes that she didn't recognize.
As time went by in the palace, she gradually saw that the new emperor, who was scornfully called a "summer insect" by his old ministers, was light on corvee and low on taxes, and focused on education and peace of the people. His policies were closer to the nobility of "ice" than the decadent old dynasty - it was originally the ideal of clarity, tenacity and benefiting the common people in the writings of the previous sages.
Until the rebels came to the city holding high the flag of "Reviving Yu", she walked up to the tower alone.
Underfoot are the illusory mountains and rivers of the past; behind you are the real morning light of new life.
Are you obsessed with an ice sculpture that has long since solidified, or are you embracing the flowing spring water that nourishes all things?
At this moment, she suddenly woke up: the summer insects did not see the ice, but finally waited until the ice melted and the snow melted, and the world became warm in spring. The true eternity is never to bury a dead dynasty, but to lean down and kiss thousands of living dawns.
Purpose: Rather than burying the remaining dreams of the old dynasty, it is better to guard the dawn of the world.