Begonias bloomed in the deep house in the south of the Yangtze River, and Gao Wanqing was the only daughter in the house who was wanton and romantic.
She climbed trees and walls, and loved the fireworks outside the walls. She grew up with her cousin Shen Yanci, thinking that she could spend her time leisurely and carefree forever.
But in the year of cardamom, a marriage gift came suddenly.
She was accused of being married to a prince who was eighteen years older and became a pawn in the family's tradeoffs.
Family status is like a deep abyss, etiquette is like a net. No matter how reluctant he was to give up, he was ultimately unable to resist fate.
On the eve of the wedding, a dried crabapple was quietly sent into the boudoir along with the letter.
The begonias are rustling and falling apart, and the old dream has been dusted from now on. Stepping into the high walls of the palace, where should she go?
Purpose: This is not a story about resistance, nor a story about submission - it is a story about a girl who found a third way between freedom and bondage.