Three years ago: In a wedding gown, seen through a red veil, he was a bewitching sight beneath the heavens.
He lifted his chin slightly and swept away proudly beneath the eyes of the crowd, dressed in splendid robes.
Who was he? Lost memories, a fleeting silhouette.
One year later: A figure in red, stirring the hearts of women everywhere.
Who was he?
People said: Young Master Yun was resplendent, a red plum blossom defying the frost.
Three years later: The iron cavalry returned, shattering the peace.
Memories and love, clouds of confusion gathering one after another.
Four years later: He fought on the battlefield and quelled the turmoil across the land, his three thousand strands of hair turned white, standing high above all. A faint frown, a fleeting smile, true love turned to heartache, everything now a stranger.
Yun Nongmo: Three thousand fleeting years of dust and memories. Who will take my hand and accompany me to the ends of the earth?
Qu Ruoshang: I've searched for you all this time. Don't even think about escaping again.
Yue Wuhen: What's mine is mine.
Scene One: "Who would marry such an ugly woman?" A cruel voice lingered in his ears. "I, this prince, will never marry her."
Scene Two: His red robes lay in tatters. "In this life and the next, you will belong to me alone."
A night of torment, a pillow soaked with fragrant tears. Broken flowers scattered across the ground, their fragrance drifting through the night.
Scene Three: "A Mo." A godlike man cried out in despair.
"Your Highness, you've mistaken me for someone else." He turned his head slightly, revealing a head of white hair.
On the cliff beneath the moonlight, he wished only to be with one person for all his life.
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