Shen Weilan was born without a name.
She was the lowest lantern-registered maid of the Lamp Weaving Department, and there was only one number recorded on the book: seventeen.
He cannot study, leave the palace, get married, or erect a monument after his death. Everyone in the palace said that the life of a woman born in a lamp is so cheap that it can be replaced when the lamp goes out, and only a stroke is crossed out when the person dies.
Until that night, the sound of rain in Changming Hall was like a knife. She knelt in the dark to repair the lamp and heard a secret that was enough to kill her head.
Xiao Zhi returned to Beijing.
Dasheng's sharpest sword, the young man was granted the title of Marquis and held military power. Even the emperor was afraid of him.
He grabbed her and asked her how much she heard.
Shen Weilan lay on the cold floor tiles, his fingertips burning with blood bubbles, but his voice was as steady as a lamp that was about to go out.
"This slave is deaf."
Xiao Zhi smiled.
"A deaf person's heartbeat will not be so fast."
Later, palace changes, pursuits, underground palaces, edicts, and old cases pushed her to his side one after another.
He thought that giving her identity, protection, and honor would save her from suffering.
But she escaped in the deepest night.
Xiao Zhi searched all over Beijing and was so angry that he smashed half of the palace.
But he later realized that what she was afraid of was never that no one would love her.
Intent: Ancient myths, court intrigues, chasing a wife is not vulgar, the female protagonist grows up, the male protagonist tames the proud, the late stage of the two heroes, escape and search, identity reversal.