Love this drama from beginning till the end. Faithfully everyday I would watch them. I love the character arc of each of the main characters, even Tian Jia Tai. When they finally meet - devastatingly directed, scripted and acted ! Never a dull episode. One of the best republican dramas out there
and 7th prince is dumbest ever. Giving away your military power to a guy just an episode ago you thought was a traitor about to rebel. what utter absurdity justifying the risk of mutiny because of monetary merit, there other ways to merit the soldiers, just crazy. Didnt his father in his death bed , warn him to take control and have power you need the military or else why stripping 3rd prince title , he was nearly murdered to secure this military power. Can't stand this weak Emperor , can Shuiqiu please knock some sense into him once again.
Someone please explain to me what was the point of the 10 day....
war ? I don't get. How is the best possible outcome ? The soldiers who died. Only to kowtow to the Khitan King ? What am I missing here ? I dont get the part of dignity of the court. This 10 day war was for the dignity of court to have some semblance of legitimacy? power? what? And why is that awful psycho evil commander took charge of them ? I dont get it.
I thought I wouldn't cry in this adapted screenplay however I was dead wrong. Cried several times - So Good! I thought this was a thoughtful and sincere production to the original. OST also blew me away. Cast & acting phenomenal.
Glory has left a bitter taste, which lingers precisely because its beginning was so exceptionally sweet. The setup promised a feast for the imagination: a story of epic love and intellectual equals set against a refreshingly different world. Iâve let my thoughts settle for days, re-watching key scenes to ensure my feelings are rooted in the story itself, not external factors like production changes. As a romantic, I truly hoped for the grand, fulfilling love story I was initially sold.
And what a magnificent setup it was. Shanbao, heir to a 400-year-old matriarchal household, was introduced as smart, ruthless, and in total control of her marriage destinyâa thrilling concept at the time. Lu Jianglai, the cunning and righteous magistrate, was her perfect counterpart, a man of brilliance and brawn. Their first, electric contactâher perceptive gaze meeting his eyes, drawing him in as he took a subtly advancing stepâwas a masterstroke. It was a starting line on a map of connection, sparking immediate excitement for the journey ahead.
The narrative was genius. Him, amnesiac and rescued by her, living in her household as she chose a husband from a pool of suitorsâit was a delicious, spicy dynamic. Watching him climb from stablehand to her right hand and into her heart, using his wit and optimism despite the power imbalance, was utterly captivating. We were promised a tangled, beautiful mess upon the inevitable revelation of his identity, and the story delivered thrillingly up to that midpoint.
Then, it unraveled.
The focus diffused onto side characters, some undeservedly redeemed. More critically, the core dynamic fractured. Shanbao evolved from a brilliant leader into an almost omniscient figure, her scheming losing its connective tissue to Jianglai. She kept him deliberately in the dark, schemed behind his backâsometimes against his interestsâand her reactions to his vulnerability turned cold. Where there should have been partnership, there was distance; where there should have been care, there was a smirk. The contrast was stark, especially in moments like when he was drugged and emotionally overexposedâshe met his sincere, out-of-character confession with a careless smirk, a far cry from the nurturing relationship the storyâs early dynamic had promised.
The most jarring shift came during his captivity. After he starved himself in protest for seven days, her rescue offered a glimmer of hope. Yet, the moment he regained consciousness and showed his love and vulnerability, she shook her head in what seemed like amusement. Even if I misread this reaction, it felt out of place. But what broke my heart most was what was lost in that iconic scene: he had poured his heart out, recounting how he, his brother, and his mother were grievously wronged by the biological father who held him captiveâa man forcing him to become an heir to a legacy he never wanted and had spent his life rejecting. He had even refused his fatherâs name, choosing instead the name of the foster father who raised, educated, and made him the man he was. Yet, despite her promises not to leave, and her portrayal as all-knowing and clever enough to solve any problem, she ultimately left him trapped in the very fate he despised. His profound sincerity appeared uncherished. This echoed earlier betrayalsâsuch as when she seemed to take pleasure in his longing, only to lock him away to force a wedding, rendering his heartfelt promises meaningless and her smile cruel. In the end, despite her purported brilliance, she seemed indifferent to his deep unhappiness at being forced back into his biological family. The passionate woman who once treasured a single magnolia flower on her pillow was gone, replaced by someone who felt calculating and, ultimately, selfish.
The narrative imbalance only deepened this betrayal. The story dedicated some thirty episodes to Shanbaoâs world, while Lu Jianglaiâs own history and perspective were confined to less than six. Even with so little, his performance was so powerful that I fell hard for his character, rooting for him completely. This made the final disconnect unbearable: he loved her sincerely and consistently, while her actions spoke differently. Her household and legacy were consistently prioritized above their relationship, and the very omnipotence the story gave her made her failure to find a way to save her love from a fate he hated feel like a choice. If she truly loved him, how could she conclude in the last episode that their lives were simply not meant to be together? It was the ultimate narrative contradiction.
The build-up was so strong that the letdown was complete. The final professions of love from Jianglai felt unearned by her and tragically pathetic for him. The show made a promise of an epic, equal, and passionate love storyâa promise built on unforgettable introductions, electric chemistry, and an ingenious premise. In the end, that promise was not just broken; it felt like a lie. What could have been a truly great ending was lost, leaving only the bitter aftertaste of squandered potential.
Glory has left a bitter taste, which lingers precisely because its beginning was so exceptionally sweet. The setup promised a feast for the imagination: a story of epic love and intellectual equals set against a refreshingly different world. Iâve let my thoughts settle for days, re-watching key scenes to ensure my feelings are rooted in the story itself, not external factors like production changes. As a romantic, I truly hoped for the grand, fulfilling love story I was initially sold.
And what a magnificent setup it was. Shanbao, heir to a 400-year-old matriarchal household, was introduced as smart, ruthless, and in total control of her marriage destinyâa thrilling concept at the time. Lu Jianglai, the cunning and righteous magistrate, was her perfect counterpart, a man of brilliance and brawn. Their first, electric contactâher perceptive gaze meeting his eyes, drawing him in as he took a subtly advancing stepâwas a masterstroke. It was a starting line on a map of connection, sparking immediate excitement for the journey ahead.
The narrative was genius. Him, amnesiac and rescued by her, living in her household as she chose a husband from a pool of suitorsâit was a delicious, spicy dynamic. Watching him climb from stablehand to her right hand and into her heart, using his wit and optimism despite the power imbalance, was utterly captivating. We were promised a tangled, beautiful mess upon the inevitable revelation of his identity, and the story delivered thrillingly up to that midpoint.
Then, it unraveled.
The focus diffused onto side characters, some undeservedly redeemed. More critically, the core dynamic fractured. Shanbao evolved from a brilliant leader into an almost omniscient figure, her scheming losing its connective tissue to Jianglai. She kept him deliberately in the dark, schemed behind his backâsometimes against his interestsâand her reactions to his vulnerability turned cold. Where there should have been partnership, there was distance; where there should have been care, there was a smirk. The contrast was stark, especially in moments like when he was drugged and emotionally overexposedâshe met his sincere, out-of-character confession with a careless smirk, a far cry from the nurturing relationship the storyâs early dynamic had promised.
The most jarring shift came during his captivity. After he starved himself in protest for seven days, her rescue offered a glimmer of hope. Yet, the moment he regained consciousness and showed his love and vulnerability, she shook her head in what seemed like amusement. Even if I misread this reaction, it felt out of place. But what broke my heart most was what was lost in that iconic scene: he had poured his heart out, recounting how he, his brother, and his mother were grievously wronged by the biological father who held him captiveâa man forcing him to become an heir to a legacy he never wanted and had spent his life rejecting. He had even refused his fatherâs name, choosing instead the name of the foster father who raised, educated, and made him the man he was. Yet, despite her promises not to leave, and her portrayal as all-knowing and clever enough to solve any problem, she ultimately left him trapped in the very fate he despised. His profound sincerity appeared uncherished. This echoed earlier betrayalsâsuch as when she seemed to take pleasure in his longing, only to lock him away to force a wedding, rendering his heartfelt promises meaningless and her smile cruel. In the end, despite her purported brilliance, she seemed indifferent to his deep unhappiness at being forced back into his biological family. The passionate woman who once treasured a single magnolia flower on her pillow was gone, replaced by someone who felt calculating and, ultimately, selfish.
The narrative imbalance only deepened this betrayal. The story dedicated some thirty episodes to Shanbaoâs world, while Lu Jianglaiâs own history and perspective were confined to less than six. Even with so little, his performance was so powerful that I fell hard for his character, rooting for him completely. This made the final disconnect unbearable: he loved her sincerely and consistently, while her actions spoke differently. Her household and legacy were consistently prioritized above their relationship, and the very omnipotence the story gave her made her failure to find a way to save her love from a fate he hated feel like a choice. If she truly loved him, how could she conclude in the last episode that their lives were simply not meant to be together? It was the ultimate narrative contradiction.
The build-up was so strong that the letdown was complete. The final professions of love from Jianglai felt unearned by her and tragically pathetic for him. The show made a promise of an epic, equal, and passionate love storyâa promise built on unforgettable introductions, electric chemistry, and an ingenious premise. In the end, that promise was not just broken; it felt like a lie. What could have been a truly great ending was lost, leaving only the bitter aftertaste of squandered potential.