During the Battle of Fenhe River, the female general Ye Qingxuan of northern Xinjiang fell off a cliff. When she opened her eyes again, she became a nameless "Cheng Huan" on the streets of southern China.
She met Xie Zhao, the man who was as gentle as jade, who painted mountains and rivers for her and protected her. He knew her origins, but never revealed it; she hid her identity, but was sincerely moved by her day and night.
But a dispute in the teahouse, the pursuit in Tianmen Mountain, the rumors of Ye Qingxuan's "resurrection from the dead"... When the layers of fog are revealed, should she escape as Cheng Huan, or should she personally end the entanglement across the blood of her family and country in the name of Ye Qingxuan?
Purpose: sour literature