Dayong Dynasty, Yong'an twenty-seventh year, winter.
Shen He was sentenced to death by Taiyuan Hospital for "improper use of medicine, which caused Concubine Shu to have a miscarriage", implicating the three clans.
On the day of the execution, it snowed heavily.
Fourteen-year-old Shen Zhiwei knelt in the crowd and looked at her father standing on the execution platform in prison clothes. She wanted to shout, but her throat seemed to be blocked by snow and she couldn't make any sound.
Shen He seemed to see her and shook his head very lightly from a distance.
The knife rises, the knife falls.
The blood splashed on the white snow, so red it was dazzling.
That night, the twenty-three members of the Shen family, except Shen Zhiwei, were sent out of the capital by a loyal servant who disguised herself as a man, and the rest of them were all lost in the wind and snow.
Three years later.
A ruined temple on the outskirts of Beijing.
Seventeen-year-old Shen Zhiwei looked at a broken bronze mirror and used a charcoal pencil to carefully outline the peaks of her eyebrows. She tied up her long hair and put on a black square scarf.
The person in the mirror has sparse eyebrows and pale lips. He looks like a thin young man.
She touched the half of her father's old jade pendant in her sleeve - it was the only relic she snatched from the fire.
"Dad, my daughter is back."
The voice was very low, but it was as strong as stone.
Tai Hospital recruits medical apprentices every spring. There are no restrictions on family status, and only medical skills are tested. This is the only way for her to enter Taiyuan Hospital and find out the truth about that year.
Outside the window, snow is still falling.
But she knew that after the snow stopped, it would be spring.
Intention: Love lasts through the years