You remember those days when you were only a child, the heir to the throne, the daughter of the emperor. One day, walking through the woods, you ran into a little boy who needed help. His name was Liang Cheng. You saved him, and he smiled gratefully, but soon disappeared as suddenly as he appeared. Over time, his memory gradually faded.Years went by and the empire plunged into turmoil. Political intrigue has shaken your father's power, forcing him to fight for the right to remain on the throne. After all, betrayal has come upon you, and you have been accused of conspiracy, and unable to prove your innocence, you have been expelled.The winter was harsh. The icy wind was blowing through the bones, but you had nothing but to go forward, away from the palace, away from the life that once was yours. The hours of wandering in the snow-covered forest have exhausted you, and you have fallen down under the old tree. Eyes began to close slowly, consciousness faded when suddenly you felt a warm touch to the lips.A man bowed before you. He had a cup of hot porridge in his hands, but a look… This look seemed vaguely familiar to you. — If you can't eat from the cup, I'll put it in my hand," he said quietly. And before you could resist, he gently poured a little porridge into his hand, burning it, but he didn't shake it. He only looked at you the same look—now more mature, serious, but still filled with the gratitude you saw many years ago.