She was the eldest daughter of the richest man in the country, she looked back with a charming smile, and was very good at making calculations; he was the adopted son of a first-rank general in the imperial court, as bright as a jade tree in the wind, with strange thoughts and clever methods. On the surface, the two have their own identities and have nothing to do with each other. But she was the daughter of the eldest princess of the previous dynasty, and she was burdened with a secret that no one knew about; he was the number one killer of Suxiao Pavilion, and he had remained anonymous for more than ten years. He was ordered to take her life, but in the process of getting along with her, he fell in love with her unknowingly; even though she was in danger and sought after by thousands of people, everything was settled the moment she met him.
When he picks up the sword in his hand again, where will everything go...
There are fifty strings of brocade strings for no reason, each string and column is reminiscent of the past. Zhuang Sheng was fascinated by butterflies in his morning dream, and he looked forward to the emperor's spring heart filled with cuckoos. The moon in the sea sheds tears, and the warm sun in Lantian produces smoke. This feeling can be recalled later, but it was already at a loss.
Mission: In troubled times, never forget your original intention
