Shen Zhiyi, the scholarly daughter-in-law, once came to Beijing with her relatives, and amazed the capital with her talent in poetry and painting, and caught the eye of Xiao Jinghan, the Marquis of Zhenbei. He is a blood-soaked iron-blooded general in northern Xinjiang, with a fierce sincerity hidden under his cold armor. She is a woman from the south of the Yangtze River who is proud under a gentle appearance. The two hearts quietly approached each other in the capital city where power and undercurrents were surging, promising the warmth of being side by side.
But the emperor was jealous like a knife, the powerful ministers were trapped like a net, and a marriage was crushed before it even started. In order to protect his family and protect him, Shen Zhiyi put away his red makeup and stepped into the deep palace and cold courtyard, trying to split the thorns for him by himself. He was fighting every step in the court, and she was struggling to survive in the harem. Looking at each other from a distance across the palace wall, love became the heaviest shackles for each other.
When the shocking conspiracy came to light and the danger of being surrounded by foreign enemies approached, she used her life as evidence to exchange for his innocence; when he returned after being pardoned, he was left with only a handful of ashes. The wind in northern Xinjiang was still biting, Zhenbeihou's armor was stained with frost, and the residual warmth from the south of the Yangtze River in his arms became an indelible chill and pain for the rest of his life.
This love, which began with admiration and ended in sacrifice, finally ended up in a state of endless lovesickness and confusion between life and death amid the machinations of Beijing and the wind and snow at the border.
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