Qin Xueyi, the famous courtesan in the capital, met a strange scholar. He was frail and sickly, with gentle features, but he always stood alone in the snow late at night and stared at the palace wall. She didn't know who he was, but she only knew that every time he came, he would quietly listen to her play "Sauvignon Blanc".
He is Xiao Jingheng, the current emperor, but he is just a puppet in the hands of the Queen Mother. In the cage of the deep palace, only the sound of her piano was the only moment he could breathe.
She thought that his promise of "I will never let you down when I return" was sincere. But on the day when the winter snow first melted, the news came that he had married the general's daughter.
And Qin Xueyi finally fell into the flying snow, holding tightly in her arms a faded hairpin left by him.
"He promised me a phoenix crown and a beautiful pei, but he buried me in the wind and snow with his own hands; I gave him my obsession for the rest of my life, but in the end it was only half a line of smoke in the history books."
Intention: In the game of power and love, those silent vows and sacrifices will eventually melt into nothingness like snow. When an individual's destiny is entangled in the whirlpool of his family and country, even the purest emotions cannot escape the fate of being swallowed up by politics.