When Jiang Yu was seven years old, the vermilion door of the Hussar General's Mansion was stained with frost. My father's health deteriorated day by day, so he retired and returned to his hometown. Seven years later, Emperor Chuanyu was recalled, and the Jiang family headed north. Soon, a body wrapped in black armor was carried back to the palace of the General Hussar. The emperor issued a posthumous title and promoted her to the position of princess before she left the imperial court. He also threw a gold book tied with red silk into her arms - the purpose of marrying the fourth prince was to turn the souls of the heroes who died in the battlefield into shackles to bind the powerful ministers.
Over the years, he has used the imperial power as a blade, and she has used the family as a shield. The open and hidden arrows in the court have turned into verbal conflicts between the bed and the bed. When the war in a foreign country came to the border, she followed him through the snowy fields and saw his old wounds hidden under his armor in the light of the sword in the dark alley. He took her over the mountains and heard her sincerity hidden under the hairpin ring in the lonely castle on the cliff.
Everyone knew that the fourth prince married a princess with thorns, but they didn't know that every pearl on the phoenix crown was soaked in the blood and tears of mountains and rivers - and their love and hate was a gamble that started with intrigue and ended with fate.
Intention: no limit