During the Lantern Festival, the emperor and empress hosted banquets. The lanterns in the long streets were like daylight, and the palace banquets were intertwined. There was an undercurrent of choosing a concubine for the prince.
No one expected that Jiang Wan, the princess of Yongning County, who was always as calm as a deep pool, would dance on the moon at this moment. The song "Xiaoxiang Shuiyun" shocked the din of the whole hall. Her wide sleeves were dancing, and her posture was like a swan before it was lifted. When she was still, she was like autumn water and ice, and when she was moving, she was like snow flowing in the wind. All the kings and ministers in the audience held their breath, and they could only admire the undercurrent of admiration.
She is the only legitimate daughter of the Marquis of Wu'an, and the Jiang family is full of loyal people who guard the northern border. In exchange for her title of "Yongning", she also received the late emperor's special permission to marry independently.
In her last life, she believed in her childhood sweetheart, Prince Ding, and thought it was a good match. However, the illusion was revealed by her dearest handkerchief, and her husband turned out to be a wolf from Zhongshan. In just two years, she died in a cold courtyard, and watched helplessly as the Jiang family was framed as a traitor, with bloodshed all over the family, and their loyal souls wronged.
In this life, the lanterns remain the same, but people's hearts have changed.
She shed her innocence, hid her sharp edge, and worked step by step: refusing to marry by mistake, protecting her relatives, killing enemies, and vowed to drag the Jiang family back from the overturning quagmire.
But she didn't know that the light that always shined in the dark for her had been waiting for her for two lifetimes. When the last piece of the chess game of revenge fell, and when he turned around, he found someone holding an umbrella standing in the dim light, saying softly: "Awan, I have been waiting for you for a long time."
This time, the missed happiness will finally return.
Intention: The past of mispayment is not the end, but the prologue to rewriting life.