She is just a daughter who was convicted of a crime. Her mother died for a poor scholar and her father was demoted. She is also a princess in name only, named Song Yi.
He is the son of the founding father and the most trusted person around the emperor.
He is gentle and elegant, and she is dignified and elegant. They are a perfect match.
Here is her father's revenge plan, and here is inseparable love. She has to make a choice after all.
On that day, her wedding dress was like a fire, and she held a blade in her hand. The candles on the table had not been blown out, the words "happy" on the wall had not been torn off, and the festive atmosphere had not dissipated. She should have been happy, she should have been his wife, but there was no news from him.
Young Master, it's not you who's wrong, it's fate that's wrong after all