The first meeting in the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River was the beginning of Shen Qingci's life's disaster. She is the legitimate daughter of the Minister of Civil Affairs. She devotes all her family's efforts to the unfavored seventh prince Xie Jingyuan, helping him rise to the top step by step with her sincerity and chips. The "moon-holding" hosta under the peach blossom tree was once his promise to her that she would be beautiful for ten miles, but it shattered into a sharp blade at the peak of his power - he married the prime minister's daughter for military power, personally framed the entire Shen family, demoted her to a commoner, and imprisoned her until her death. The broken hairpin was stained with blood, love and hate turned to ashes, she closed her eyes in despair, and he alone guarded the empty palace in the prosperous age. After all these thousands of miles, he could not bring back the girl who smiled like a flower for him, leaving only a broken hosta and the emperor's endless regret for the rest of his life. Love is a poison that penetrates the intestines, and power is a sharp knife that corrodes bones. Their story is a tragedy paved with sincerity and ending in despair.
Concept: "Broken Jade" takes the tragic love between Shen Qingci and Xie Jingyuan as its core, and explores the alienation and devouring of human nature by the feudal power field. The story reveals the fragility of love in the struggle for imperial power through the strong contrast between "sincerity and wrongful payment" and "power sacrifice" - when personal emotions are reduced to political bargaining chips, pure sincerity is like a fragile hosta, which cannot escape the fate of being crushed. At the same time, Xie Jingyuan's lifelong regret after ascending to the throne proves the nihility of "gaining the world but losing his true love", explores the loneliness and price at the peak of power, and ultimately points to the question of "what is true possession": thousands of miles of mountains and rivers are not as good as a little cinnabar in the heart, and the prosperity of the prosperous age cannot be worth the warmth of a miss.