When they met, she was dressed in white like snow and had the reputation of being a doctor, helping the world and saving people. He was wearing a military uniform and an iron suit, and a long knife stained with blood was killing the enemy like hemp. It was the early spring of that season, and the ice turned into water, just like that day when he was independent with his hands behind his back and his momentum was surging.
The entanglements in the world of mortals, fair and rainy, winds and clouds changing, a lie and a brocade marriage ruined half of her carefree life. If you marry him as your wife, can you and your son stay together forever?
Before the flowers and under the moon, he promised to accompany her till old age.
Life is long, the road is long, and the country can change in a day and night. When she puts on the phoenix, takes off the crescent white clothes, and holds the phoenix seal to control the Sixth Palace, will the two promises just be a joke?
The country is picturesque, the man aspires to be an emperor and hegemony, the winner is the king and the loser is the bandit. Who is trapped in the whirlpool of power? Love, hate, hatred, who touched the dust-sealed sincerity?