Changan Jinchun

In the prosperous Tang Dynasty, spring was deep, and flowers in Chang'an were in full bloom. Pei Zhaoning, the legitimate daughter of the Pei family in Hedong, was fourteen years old again. When she woke up, the spring rain was pressing down on the begonias outside the window. Her mother was still there, her brother was still missing, the banquet in Qujiang had not yet ended, and all the people and things that later pushed her into the palace and trapped her under the high wall, she still had time to do it all over again. She originally thought that she could save herself and her family by avoiding the old path in this life and avoiding that life-ruining marriage. But when she stood under the shadow of flowers in Chang'an again, she gradually realized that what really swallowed her up was never just someone's malice, nor a certain engagement, but a web woven together by family status, marriage, old cases, rumors from the Ministry of War and the dignity of the empire. Chang'an is still prosperous, Qujiang is still lively, noble ladies are looking at flowers, married women are drinking tea, and husbands are riding horses. Everyone seems to be living in a peaceful and prosperous age. But Pei Zhaoning knew that something had quietly come loose behind Huaying's back. The old page is missing, the old friend is still alive, and Li Jingheng, who has returned to Beijing from abroad, stands in the spring breeze, like a knife that refuses to be sheathed, and also like the person she should not be close to but cannot ignore in her life. When the prosperous times were no longer just prosperous times, when every look back at Chang'an, every post, and every understatement became a step to push people into the game, Pei Zhaoning finally understood: What she wanted to change was never just a marriage. What she wants to see clearly is never just a human heart. But under the beauty of this city, who is using the spring light to build a net, and who is deep in the past, waiting for her to make the same mistakes again. This time, she will no longer live in confusion, nor will she die in confusion.