I don't know if she and him are a tragedy
When he was fifteen years old, he asked the emperor to marry her at the spring banquet, having only met her a few times. At that time, the whole Lin'an city said that the gentleman and the fair lady were a God-given match, and they were in perfect harmony.
At sixteen, she was a gentleman's wife. She was still an innocent and shy little girl. He protected her and she grew up under his gentleness and tolerance.
Seventeen Lords travel far, and wind and rain are willing to accompany you. She began to greet him, "Ziyun, you are my husband, and you should be with me sincerely." She followed him around the world. Drinking wine in the snow hut, cooking books for tea, playing the piano in the secluded bamboo, and playing chess in the humble room. Her love for him is accumulated bit by bit, deposited bit by bit.
Twenty years later, the king who had been dormant for many years attacked her mother's clan. She knew that he was a close friend of the king and would definitely be involved. She finally understood the confrontational feeling of asking for marriage at the spring banquet that day. The whole family was executed and she was left alone and demoted to a commoner. Since ancient times, kings were suspicious and jealous, so she didn't want to drag him down. She went to the palace to meet the saints, demoted herself as a concubine, and asked for a bride for him.
She did not leave him, but she could no longer call him "husband". The bride was a virtuous woman, but after all, they were speechless upon meeting each other, so she retreated to the West Garden. He didn't want to neglect her, so he spent half the time with her every month.
However, Lin'an's most famous and talented woman, the prime minister's daughter, has a high heart, so how can she resist...
The love between Mei and Xue is lost in the wind and rain, and everything is still. It seems that there is nothing left in the world except love, but they will eventually be separated, so one falls into mud and the other disappears without a trace. Only the fragrance remains the same, only the fragrance remains the same. That is their love...