Nineteen years ago, there was a river of blood in the East Palace, but Jiang Heng, the crown prince's legitimate daughter, survived by chance.
Nineteen years later, she brought a jade pendant to Beijing and stayed in the palace of the Minister of Justice, just to find out the conspiracy case buried in the snow in the spring of last year.
Jiang Heng couldn't see clearly, but he had a pair of overly sensitive ears. Night conversations in the house, the secrets of the government, the truth and lies of people's hearts, all cannot escape her ears.
At first, Shen Du only thought of her as an orphan girl of unknown origin who was too contented.
Later he realized that she did not come to Shen Mansion to take shelter from the wind.
She came to this capital to demand a blood debt from nineteen years ago.
And he happened to be holding an old case that could not see the light of day.
The chess pieces are falling, and the fragrance of medicine is rising and falling. Two people, each with their own secrets, came close to each other in temptation, and stood side by side in the court where the storm was about to come.
It's just that what Jiang Heng wanted was never just redress of injustice.
She wanted to know if the spring breeze finally passed through the long night, whether those who had been let down could still have a place to come.
Intention: Revenge can be the starting point, but it should not be the destination of life. True strength lies in being able to choose not to go against one's true heart in the face of power, hatred and fate. When there is no one to ferry you, be your own boat; when there is someone to hold the lamp, there is no need to be an island.