It was snowing heavily in the capital. Yan Shunhua stood on the tower and watched her husband, the fourth prince Zhao Huaijing, lead his army to leave the capital.
He is the sword of the North, cold-faced and taciturn. He only said to her, "I'm not in Beijing, please be calm." She complied obediently, but there were red marks behind her ears where he had kissed her.
As she turned around, she bumped into another person.
The newly enthroned emperor Zhao Huaizhang stands in the snow, wearing a black dragon robe and a gentle face. There was an old and white safety button tied around his waist - it was something she had knitted when she was seven years old, and she had long forgotten about it. The civil and military officials of the entire dynasty said that the new king, who had risen from the crown prince to the dragon throne, was a humble gentleman, as gentle as jade. But only she knew what was hidden under that shell. She's known it since she was seven years old.
He is her nominal royal brother and her husband's biological brother. She is also the last person in this world who should covet her.
A red mark, a safety button, a heavy snowfall. Three people, two relationships, one palace.
He gave her the title of princess, and he gave her the gaze of an emperor. But what she wanted was never these.
Under the authority, deep inside the red wall, some people use love as a prison, and some people draw the ground as a prison.
Concept: Everyone in the world thinks she is the most delicate flower in Zhu Qiang, but they don't know that she is the chess player. Working step by step in the cracks of the brotherly feud, he tempered his broken love into a crown that protects his family.