The Bright Moon Shines on Linyuan

Because Su Wanqing's face resembled that of the late Concubine Chen, she was presented as a "tribute" to the powerful 9,000-year-old Xie Lin. She became an exquisite stand-in puppet, drinking the "avoidance soup" every day and enduring his cold humiliation and public abandonment. She thought she was a plaything and a chess piece, struggling to survive in conspiracies and poisonings, struggling to find clues to the family blood feud. She hated him to the core, but she also felt cold doubts in the brokenness and pain he occasionally showed. It wasn't until he was framed and imprisoned and tortured that he tore off all disguises and knelt in front of her, crying and repenting: "That bowl is the antidote, and the humiliation is protection. Your face is like my biological mother, and it is a reminder... I can only push you into prison, because this is the most dangerous and safest place." When the palace turned into blood and burned the imperial city, she held the jade pendant he had entrusted with his life and fought back from the desperate situation to protect his last way of survival. When the dust settled, the scarred two people could finally embrace each other under the moonlight. "Your play is over." She caressed his cheek, "Now, it's up to me, the 'accomplice,' to settle the debt with you for the rest of my life."