The eldest princess of Zhaoning, Zhao Lingshu, is the most powerful royal eldest sister of Dashuo.
Three years ago, in the late spring when all the begonias had fallen, she cut off her relationship with the young regent Pei Yanchen in the corridor of the imperial garden.
He went to fight to the death in northern Xinjiang. Both of them were determined to die and exchanged heartless words. From then on, they had nothing to do with each other.
For three years, news of his death continued to come from northern Xinjiang, and it was rumored by both the government and the public that he had been buried in the sand. Zhao Lingshu believed it to be true, guarded the dynasty's treachery, and endured countless turmoils on her own.
When the Zichen Spring Banquet arrived, the young man who had returned from the bloodshed stood in the main hall.
The deep glance when they passed by each other concealed alienation and abstinence, as well as an unmistakable paranoid possession.
The status of monarch and minister stretches across the mountain, and this over-the-top intention is a taboo under the palace wall.
The Queen Mother pressed her step by step, and planned to marry her off to Bei Mo.
In order to prevent this fate, Pei Yanchen placed her in the palace and ordered her not to step out of the palace.
Unwilling to be restrained, she waited for an opportunity to escape desperately, but was eventually found by him.
During the deadlock, Zhao Lingshu asked him coldly if he could let go of his imprisonment and have a good talk.
The breakup in the old year, life and death on the battlefield, the longings and misunderstandings that had been hidden for three years were all laid out in front of the two of them.
He finally saw clearly the mistakes he had made in his paranoia, removed all restraints, and let go of power and coercion.
In the past, I couldn't force myself to do anything, but since then I have lost all my edge. I just want to be serious and pursue her again.
The storm in the court has not subsided, and the shackles of etiquette are still there.
This time, he was unwilling to use force to seize the beautiful moonlight hidden deep under the cold jade inkstone.
Purpose: In the whirlpool of strict etiquette and machinations, let go of power and possession, and pursue the sincerity of restraint and forbearance with an attitude of equality.