A princess of the Song Dynasty, Jiaqing fell in love with He Yang, a young man from an aristocratic family who was as indifferent and as unrestrained as the noble white clouds in the sky.
So he asked the emperor and empress for his decree and appointed him as his consort.
Although she knew this was wishful thinking, He Yang didn't like her. He was not a person who was greedy for wealth and glory.
The position of Prince Consort was a shackle for He Yang, which firmly imprisoned him, cutting off his future and career.
Jiaqing knows this truth.
But there are so many truths to be said in the world.
The first time she saw He Yang, she knew that she would never like anyone else in her life.
No matter how unwilling he is, there will be no room for change once the imperial edict is issued.
He entered the princess's mansion as she wished and became the consort.
But after so many years... His heart was still a cold stone that could not be warmed no matter how hard he covered it.
He Yang really did it, and the husband and wife respected each other like ice.
She is also tired, her years have passed, and the years and him have taught her that those who force themselves will never get true love.
Spend the rest of your life pretending?
That's all...
Maybe giving up, making peace with him, giving him a way out would also be letting herself go.
However, this iceberg of abstinence and coldness has long been melted by water, and my heart has moved...
Concept: A twisted melon, isn't it sweet? Then you have to twist it off and taste it before talking.