The plum blossoms brush my brow
Wei Wu gazes into the distance: who will drink wine with me?
At dawn, I look upon the Wu hook
Lone Wu raises his head, thinking of you, longing and sorrowful
Dust veils the desk
Gentle Shu lowers her eyes and softly brushes away the fallen peach blossoms
The protagonist is merely a modern student, so weak he cannot even truss a chicken. Unwilling to be a butterfly, he never gives up on finding a way to survive amid the chaos.
Will he become a minister who aids the king, or an uncertain imperial star? The names once thunderously familiar are transformed into captivating, fierce and charming female generals and extraordinary, elegant female ministers, shaping the course of this chaotic age and bringing it toward unity.
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
