[A cool and gentle beauty of a painter with courage and intelligence beneath the surface x a seemingly warm and refined, but actually ruthless, scheming, mad general]
"To see such a gentleman, what greater joy could there be?"
When Song Nian was young, she met a boy at the Moon-Gazing Pavilion. He wore blue, a flute in his sleeve, and seemed as refreshing as a breeze after rain. She picked up her brush and painted him for years.
In the end, though, her father crushed all her lingering feelings beneath a marriage contract.
She had meant to put an end to the yearning that had tormented her for so many years, but on her wedding day, someone came riding in on a red horse, dressed in red, to stop the bridal sedan. The boy she'd once known had been tempered by the brutal winds and snows of the battlefield. His mature features now carried a hint of imperial majesty.
The court is a treacherous place. Those with tarnished reputations have no power, while those in high positions dare not be criticized.
Yet one day, his true background will be exposed in broad daylight. When that happens, what identity will he claim as his own?
He is trapped in a cage, and a slender figure stands before him, shielding him from the world's sharp arrows. The young woman has naturally soft eyes and smiles with unusual gentleness. "Some are covered in mud, yet their hearts are bright and clear. Others sit high in the halls of power, yet their deeds are vile. His Majesty is a wise ruler. He surely knows what is right."
Song Nian first took up her brush for him. Now she will use that same brush to protect him.
Theme: No one is born noble or lowly. Our lives are shaped by what we do.
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