After traveling through time and becoming a male concubine, Su Moran only believed in three things: modern knowledge, chips in hand, and reason.
He didn't believe Shen Gong was sincere.
But that man used trust as a seal, stamping it on his unfolding blueprint time and time again.
And another man, using his life as a guide, led him back to the world from desperate situations time and time again.
Love is like snow, falling silently and accumulating deep into a river.
When rumors came to light, one person chose to devote all his power to him, while the other chose to bid farewell to his hometown of Chang'an forever.
Many years later, the coffins in Northern Xinjiang were returned to the court, and the accompanying cavalry were as silent as snow-capped mountains.
They sent back more than just the bones of a prince.
Another sentence, which had been worn away by the north wind for half his life, finally reached his ears...
The secret language of mountains and rivers.
Purpose: In the confinement of the machinations of the palace walls and the ups and downs of time, to describe the soul bond that spans yin and yang, between fate and obsession, to describe the deep love that spans life and death.
