Everyone knows that Xiao Jingheng, the King of Great Qijing, has great power in the government and the public, and is cold and emotionless.
When he was young, he guarded the border and settled the mountains and rivers. When he returned, he was in a high position. There was no romance in his eyes and no tenderness in his heart. Even though thousands of noble ladies in the capital were admiring him, he remained distant and indifferent, untainted by any earthly connections.
Until a late spring banquet in the royal garden, with catkins flying all over the sky, he met Shen Qingwan, the legitimate daughter of the Shen family.
The girl is gentle and elegant, calm and dignified, standing among the flowers, so clean that she is not stained by the fireworks of the world.
With just one glance, the inner lake that had been frozen for many years suddenly collapsed.
From then on, the cold-faced prince became as iron-clad as ever, and his heart was full of preferences for one person.
When the banquet suddenly became turbulent and the dangerous lights fell, he desperately held her in his arms to shield her from the wind and rain. No one knew that this prince, who was the most indifferent in the world, had already fallen in love with her at first sight. He secretly missed her and fell into love with her step by step.
Everyone in the world knows that there are different paths in the clouds and mud, and there are differences between high and low.
But Xiao Jingheng wanted to go against the world, surpass his dignity, and give all the tenderness, stability and glory in the world to Shen Qingwan.
Mountains and rivers are thousands of miles away, and wind and moon are thousands of times.
The only thing he was attracted to, the only preference in his life, year after year, from beginning to end, was always her.
When the breeze meets the bright moon, it gracefully falls into your heart.
An ultimate preference that started when we first met in spring and ended up staying together for the rest of our lives.
Concept: Love is difficult and difficult. You wrote the brocade book and looked at me from afar, and I walked across the mountains and seas to your side.