A furnace of incense ash hides ten years of planning, and half of a broken hairpin connects the two cranes. Chen Jin, the incense officer of the Bureau of Shangyi, used incense as a blade, buried secret messages in ambergris ointment, and hid secrets in the incense that calmed the gods - she set up an incense spy network, but trapped herself in the cloud pattern on the sleeves of Cardinal Pei Yan.
He is an important minister of Tianyuan who is embroidered with Shuomo's dark pattern, and he is also a fake disciple of Fuxiangwu who was handed the broken hairpin ten years ago. When the fragrance of snow plums mixes with the coldness of agarwood, and when the fake jade pendant meets the lines of the real wooden sign, the two people who survived the bloodbath and conspiracy are using their scars as bait to perform a "I knew you were planning" in the mist-shrouded court.
The tears she shed while mixing the incense, the medicine hidden in the prison, the aloes incense floating on the roof... She could predict the sound of his boots at the beginning of each day, but she couldn't predict the skipping of his heartbeat when his fingertips touched each other. Using fragrance as a plot and love as bait, in this big game intertwined with the grudges of family and country and the fetters of youth, who will eventually become the most special "incense" in whose spy network?
Concept: Using incense as a blade, a ten-year game within a game - she buries secret words in ambergris ointment, and he hides his true heart in the cloud patterns on his sleeves. When the broken hairpin of Fuxiangwu meets the double crane pendant, when the blood of the saint and the cold poison intertwine in the fragrance, the two people who were thrown into the whirlpool of intrigue by fate use the scented spy as bait and the sincerity as the hook to perform the top mutual fishing of "you count and I count you" in the game between the two countries.
The way of fragrance is both strategy and love. She was sure of the sound of his boots at the beginning of each day, but she couldn't predict the agarwood incense in the cellar ten years ago, which had already seeped into her bones and blood; he had laid out fake files and hidden stakes, but she couldn't predict the skipping of her heartbeat when he saw the crane-shaped pattern on her wrist. Ten years of hatred and fetters are rekindled in the ashes of incense. Let's see how Si Xiang and the Cardinal use incense to break the situation amidst the smoke, let the broken incense regain their sincerity, and plant the roots of love deep in the machinations.