Xia Tinglan is the third daughter of the Marquis of Dingguo's household. Born into wealth, she was also born cherished.
She grew up surrounded by finery, learning the rules of a noble household and observing the etiquette of an aristocratic family. Everyone took her for a graceful, refined young lady of the nobility who knew nothing of life's storms.
But only she knew that there were things the inner courtyard of the marquis's residence could never teach her.
Only later did she understand that although her life seemed peaceful and smooth, she had long been entangled with many people and events from the past. The secrets sealed away for years would eventually come knocking.
Prince Heng, Yuan Heng, had been her childhood companion. They had known each other from an early age and been together for many years.
He knew her gentleness, as well as the stubbornness and sharpness buried in her bones;
and she had seen him conceal his edge and intentions, as well as the schemes and sense of responsibility beneath his quiet exterior.
Neither of them had ever depended on the other.
He could protect her, and she could support him.
When storms were brewing, he could shield her from open and hidden attacks. When the situation turned upside down, she could stand beside him before everyone.
The refined and outstanding young master of the prime minister's household gradually gave his heart to her.
What had started as a young man's private feelings turned, in the blink of an eye, into turmoil in the palace and upheaval in the court. The old matters they thought were long behind them also began to resurface, bit by bit.
From a noble young lady to someone caught in the heart of the game, Xia Tinglan gradually saw through people's hearts, and her own.
She loved Yuan Heng, not because he had protected her for so many years,
but because he alone in this world truly understood her clear-eyed nature, her sharpness, her ambition, and her refusal to bow her head.
Later, storms engulfed the city and the land was thrown into turmoil.
Neither of them was willing to retreat, and neither was willing to yield.
In the end, a supposedly perfect match was simply this: in a troubled age, someone was willing to entrust you with their back, and you were willing to walk with them to the very end.
Theme: Keep your original aspirations through the storms, and find true feelings amid the chaos
