Mi Gu Imprisons the Heavens

Maples dyed in fire, the moon falls silent in its jade cup. Leaning on the tower, let the song fade. The shattered moon rests on stone; flowers lie still, jade grows dim. A cup of fragrant wine. Red lotus brew, its scent eluding the nose, brings a startled, bittersweet tear and a smile.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.