Jieao protects short attack × conceals endurance and hides front and back
The snow in Dayong Dynasty always falls differently on both sides of the Huaihe River. The snow in the Imperial City in the north fell on the inkstone of the seventh prince Xie Linyuan, blurring out the ink color, and freezing his stumpy legs curled up in the wheelchair; the snow in the Huaihe River in the south fell on the gun tassel of Xiao Che, the prince of Jingnan, and melted into blood beads, reflecting his sharp edge in protecting his family and country.
An unexpected encounter made the two people who were originally opposed to each other become prisoners of fate. Xie Linyuan holds the secret files of the Northern Territory, hiding the secrets of his mother and the Southern Territory; Xiao Che bears the blood oath of the Southern Territory and carries the warmth of a sweet-scented osmanthus cake ten years ago. When the sword of imperial power split trust, and when the shackles of blood oaths tightened the bonds, they understood: His secret files were filled with "return to the south", and the tip of his spear was only to protect one person from returning north.
There is no miracle that changes fate, only the gradually blurred footprints in the snow. The plum blossoms in the north fell and bloomed, and the wind in the south stopped and rose. After all, they could not stand under the same clear sky. Only an empty grave, an old gun, and the same snow every year were left behind to witness this deep love crushed by the times.
Purpose: In the era of confrontation between the North and the South, explore the pain of tearing apart individual emotions and the position of family and country - when the shackles of identity and the shackles of fate are double-imprisoned, love is not a sharp knife to break the situation, but a lonely courage to do it knowing that it cannot be done. Xie Linyuan's ink marks hide his obsession with "returning to the south", and Xiao Che's gun tassel is tied with the promise of "protecting the north." Their struggles and sacrifices ultimately point to a cruel truth: some deep feelings are destined to be unable to have both, and what can be left are traces of protecting each other in the opposing camps, like the fragrance of plum blossoms in the snow in the north, and the residual warmth on the tip of the gun in the south. Although short-lived, it is enough to resist the coldness of the times.