Into the Mortal World, We Forget Each Other

If it weren't for that batch of Xiaoyao powder, she would still be lost in Dali's romantic pleasures. One careless remark, "It's just a cat, isn't it?" forged a bond that would entwine them both. The Yellow River burst its banks, a plague struck Shangzhou, a son of a concubine fought for the throne... Step by step, these events laid the groundwork for Prince Xiangyang's rebellion. In that battle, the Juque sword was drawn, and blood stained the rainbow. The ancient seal of the King of Dian emerged, and soon war fires blazed everywhere. Zhan Zhao, who had "died in battle" beyond the border, returned to Kaifeng, only to become the "Prince Consort" of Dali. With the Western Xia army at the gates, Dali plunged into a political coup, and the Dali envoy came to the capital with the goal of assassinating Zhao Zhen. Caught between a rock and a hard place, Zhan Zhao could only rely on the Great Song Dynasty, the land that had raised him. Yet he never expected that emperors had always been fickle, and that the imperial household was the most heartless place of all! The ancient seal was destroyed, and Qingyan left for the frontier. When she returned to Jiangnan, lonely graves stretched for a thousand miles in Changzhou, with no one to share her sorrow. She stood at a small ferry crossing. The scenery was still as gentle as it had once been, but the river's waters flowed on, never to return...

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.