The snow in Dajing is always dirty. When it fell on the bow and sword of Xiao Che, the Marquis of Zhenbei, it was blood. When it fell on the shoulders of Lin Wu, the daughter of the guilty minister, it was ashes.
He is the living King of Hell who was killed in the north. He is the sword used by the imperial court to suppress the battlefield. He has gained a reputation for slaughtering cities. Everyone says that he is as hard as iron. But only Lin Wu knew that on a rainy night in Bian Guan, he once held her wrist and asked her, "Can the dirt in this world really be cleaned up?"
She was a remnant of the previous dynasty, a craftsman who sneaked into his side with poison. She was supposed to be the knife that killed him, but she took the initiative to hug him for the first time before he left for the battle, and her tears burned his wounds to burst.
Prince Gu Yan laughed at their absurdity: "You love her, but she wants you to die." But Xiao Che didn't say that, he had already prepared the medicine to fake death, the route out of seclusion, and even prepared to trade his own life for her safety.
Until the accidentally shot arrow penetrated Lin Wu's chest, until he held her in his arms and sat on the steps of the palace, guarding her in the snow for three days and nights.
Secretary Shi reported that he had rebelled and had her executed, and remembered that she was missing.
But no one knew that he buried her in a mountain col where even the smoke could not be found, burned down his palace, and accompanied her as the last couple of ghosts in the smoke and grass with no one to sacrifice.
It's not that he hasn't thought about wanting her, it's just that light in troubled times is too expensive, so he can only use the last bit to pave the way for her.
Purpose: In troubled times, personal emotions and positions are often difficult to balance. Through the tragedy of Xiao Che and Lin Wu, the work explores the pull between ultimate possession and letting go under the torrent of the times and the crushing imperial power, as well as the love, hate and regret that eventually disperse with the wind.
