Shen Qiwu was forced by his stepmother to marry Zhao Yu.
Everyone in the capital knew that Zhao Yu had killed three Tongfangs. However, Ms. Liu said that she was "a bit too hasty".
Shen Qiwu will not marry. She escaped.
On a snowy night, the temple was destroyed outside the city and pursued by soldiers. She clutched the golden hairpin left by her mother and had already thought about how to die.
A person jumped from the wall. Black-haired Xuanyi, too beautiful to be alive.
"Do you want me to kill, or lead the way?"
Shen Qiwu handed over the gold hairpin: "This is my reward for escorting me to Zhenbei Hou Mansion."
The man didn't answer. His eyes fell on the small cinnabar mole on the inside of her wrist, and he paused for a while.
"I'll save your life."
His name is Pei Ji, the head of Wudu Division. Save her without money, power, or gratitude. Shen Qiwu felt that this person was mentally ill.
Until that day, she saw half a piece of black and hard osmanthus cake in the old sachet around his neck.
——Fourteen years ago, outside Ci'an Temple. A little girl stuffed the last half of the sweet-scented osmanthus cake into the mouth of a little beggar who was about to freeze to death.
She had long forgotten.
He remembered it for fourteen years.
Purpose: Even in a desperate situation, we must live with character