Xie Changyu's life was extremely glorious, but he didn't live a good life for a few days.
She has experienced changes in the capital palace, with blood flowing like rivers; she has also seen jade railings, green tiles and red roofs; she is used to the mist and rain in the south of the Yangtze River, and has seen all the scenery in the north; she has witnessed the intrigues within the palace walls, and has also experienced the flash of swords and shadows on the battlefield...
The ups and downs are like a sudden appearance; the past events are like passing clouds.
But the only thing she couldn't forget was that the sixteen-year-old Chang Yu girl saw him at a glance under the fireworks in the sky. In the dim light, the flickering smoke reflected on his face. He stood there, his face calm and pale, as if he had transformed into a white plum blossom. She fell in love with him like a painting.