In the winter of the third year of Yongning in the Qi Dynasty, Shen Zhaoning, the general of Zhenbei, returned to the court in victory.
Outside Xuandemen, heavy snow was falling.
Xiao Zhi: General, why are your hands so cold? I'll cover your hands - I used to cover your hands at the border. I'm used to it.
Pei Jingxing: Vice General Xiao is interested. But I've already prepared Zhao Zhao's hand stove.
Xiao Zhi: It's not easy for the Prime Minister to deal with so many things every day and still think about such small things. By the way, she didn't receive any of the letters written by the Prime Minister to the General. What a pity.
Pei Jingxing: Faith is not important, as long as the person comes back.
Xiao Zhi: That's true. After all, I have been with the general for three years, and I know everything about her - what she likes to eat, what she is afraid of, and why she grunts when she is injured. Does the Prime Minister want to know? I can tell you.
Shen Zhaoning:... Xiao Zhi?
Shen Yuwei: (walks closer) Cousin.
Xiao Zhi: Who is this?
Shen Yuwei: Shen Yuwei, editor of the Hanlin Academy, cousin's distant cousin. Mr. Pei still behaves like a principal, with a mistress's heart.
Pei Jingxing: Yuwei is still so straightforward.
Shen Yuwei: Not as good as Deputy Xiao in general. One general at a time, called affectionately, and he has been on the border for three years. He has taken all the advantages he should have, right?
Xiao Zhi: What do you mean?
Shen Yuwei: What I mean is - the main house has no ambition, and the side house has no rules. You two are standing here, one is holding a vinegar vat, and the other is holding a bottle of green tea. Don't tell anyone else.
Pei Jingxing: In Yuwei's opinion, who is qualified to stand here?
Shen Yuwei: Me.
Xiao Zhi: You?
Shen Yuwei: I have been investigating the case for three years and have accumulated a stack of memorials to impeach Mr. Pei. I also have the secret of Vice General Xiao's life experience. Cousin, these two people are unreliable.
Shen Zhaoning: ... Wait.
Shen Zhaoning: Who can tell me, I just came back from a fight, what happened?
Snow fell all over Xuandemen.
Four people, three hearts, and a letter that never arrived.
Some people's waiting has become an obsession, some people's love has become a habit, and some people have been searching for three years, waiting for an answer.
She was the only one who had just come back from the border, and her mind was full of:
What are they arguing about?
Intention: The sword is pointed at the enemy, and the people's hearts are pointed at herself - she fights this battle in the capital.