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Caiwei was born on the border, but she was a poor person with no father, no mother, no name, and no surname. In the wind and snow, if Cui Shu had not seen her and took her back to the army, the little girl who was waiting to be fed would have froze to death in the white snow as early as fourteen years ago on New Year's Eve. Caiwei was used to the flames of war and the wind and sand in the desert, but a letter, half a piece of jade, and long smoke and sunset could not keep her, and she plunged headlong into the glitz and glamor of the imperial capital of the Central Plains...

Sanniang is rational, realistic and wise. It is no exaggeration to say that she lives in a battlefield without gunpowder smoke and is always careful and pays attention to every step. This is the story of Sanniang and the story of Sanniangs. Let's take a look at the three women's philosophy of life in this small area.