A period of hatred for family and country, a love affair, when protection and destruction collide, who will compromise for whom?
Yan Jiuyue once thought that her life would eventually be dedicated to the country of Yan. She could not cry or complain, because she knew that the country of Yan was the destiny of every Yan clan member. No matter what the process was, the outcome would be that she and the country of Yan would live or die together. She never expected that one day she would meet a man named Xie Ziyan, who would touch her heartstrings with his lowered eyes and smile.
When we first met, he was the leader of the rebel army, but he disappeared mysteriously. After many years of separation, he became the emperor of Daxia. Yan Jiuyue came to him like this. As his newly recruited slave, the two met for the first time, and each had their own thoughts.
Going around and around, Yan Jiuyue became Xie Ziyan's accomplice and helped him deal with He Guo. Although he was reluctant, he was helpless.
As shrewd as Xie Ziyan, he secretly found out Yan Jiuyue's true identity, but he glimpsed Yan Jiuyue's deeply buried resentment. So, he cruelly tore open the scars she carefully protected, forcing her to sink, but when she was too fragile to be vulnerable, he gave her warmth.
He said that he understood her worries and was willing to face them with her. Even if he was reviled by the world, he would never leave her.
At that moment, Yan Jiuyue's closed heart cracked open, and the words "Xie Ziyan" slowly penetrated into it, and finally penetrated into his bones.
On the day Xie Ziyan ascended the throne of King He, Yan Jiuyue wore red clothes for the first time. Xie Ziyan had always thought that white suited her best, but when he saw her in red, he was amazed.
That night, Yan Jiuyue seemed to be a different person, as enchanting as a poppy, with a unique sense of charm. Although Xie Ziyan found it strange, he ignored everything because of his happiness.
Until the second day, there was no trace of Yan Jiuyue in the huge palace, except for the dazzling bright red on the dragon bed.
It was two years after we met again. Xie Ziyan finally accumulated enough strength to start a war with Yan State, but he lost his mind in the midst of thousands of troops.
Yan Jiuyue was standing on the top of the tower, looking at him coldly at the bottom of the tower, his white clothes still better than the snow.
When the turntable of fate stops, will time stop here? When he turns around, she is still beside him, talking and laughing.