The snow in Changjing falls year after year, covering up the prosperity and burying the worries.
That snowy day, Yu Chixun met Fu Duanhe, and his heart fell in love at first sight, and he felt that she was the one who had to be with him in this life.
The love outside the palace walls was as pure as the first snowfall, and they made a promise to each other.
He said that when he returned from the border in triumph, he would welcome him as a princess.
She said she would wait no matter how long it took.
Three years of war, three years of waiting, only Chisu conveys his love and lovesickness.
But before the battle report could bring about the return date, the marriage decree from the East Palace arrived first.
The face of the prince Yuchi Nancheng, who looked exactly like Yuchi Xun, became a disaster in Fu Duanhe's life.
She refused to obey until her family fell into decline, her father passed away, and in a desperate situation, she finally put on a wedding dress that did not belong to him.
Under the bright red candle, she looked at that similar face with nothing but utter disgust.
In the spring of the fourth year, Yuchi Xun returned with great honor and was full of joy and wanted to fulfill the old covenant, but he encountered the most dazzling scene in the Jinluan Palace.
His elder brother is sitting on the throne of the prince, and the princess beside him is Duan He, whom he has been dreaming about.
In the thirty-fifth year of Yongning, Fu Duanhe passed away and was granted the title of Empress Xiaoduan. History books praised her for "establishing her internal affairs with softness and kindness, and assisting the governance of Yongning."
The following year, Yuchi Nancheng collapsed.
Their children ascended the throne, and Yuchi Xun was appointed regent and assisted in the government for eight years until the end of his life.
The snow in Changjing is still falling.
But the heartbeat of that first encounter and the unfulfilled promise were eventually buried in the dust of time.
All that is left is a few lines of cold records in history books, and a period of regret about love and missing that no one knows about.
Intention: Waiting hard
