The emperor passed away, and a new ruler took the throne. Xiao Qi, the younger sister of the new emperor's defeated rival, was sent a thousand miles away by imperial decree without a second thought, to become a princess sent off for a political marriage.
With a pipa in her arms, Xiao Qi headed west, thinking this was her fate. But in the endless sea of yellow sand, Huan Xian broke through the encirclement, covered in blood, and seized her by the arm.
He said to her, "Your Highness, come with me."
Xiao Qi looked into Huan Xian's eyes and thought for a moment, then decisively smashed the pipa in her arms, the symbol of her attachment to her homeland and endless sorrow.
Whoever wants to be this pitiful creature can have the job. She certainly doesn't!
First she fled south, then headed north. At last, carrying her imperial brother's posthumous child and leading his remnants of an army, Xiao Qi fought her way back to the capital and became a Grand Princess of unmatched prestige.
During those years spent wandering, never knowing if she would live to see the next day, whether they were on high ground or in a valley, there was always a silent, steadfast young man by Xiao Qi's side.
At night, even in his dreams, he saw her bright, starry eyes and faint smile.
A little scene:
In the bright morning light, beneath the deep red bed curtains embroidered with peonies at the Grand Princess's residence, Xiao Qi, for the 180th time, hugged a pillow the way she had once held her pipa and eagerly reached out to Huan Xian.
"Say it," she prompted with a beaming smile.
Huan Xian looked speechlessly at the stunning woman before him, her hairpins askew and her expression triumphant. For the 180th time, he sighed helplessly, then indulged her: "Your Highness, come with me."
Theme: Love can take you anywhere
