Her soul scatters, leaving her body behind; she awakens from a dream and returns to the mortal world. In the past, they were master and disciple: they practiced sword forms beneath the moon, brewed wine and drank together, rode side by side, and traveled the martial world. When war erupted across the human realm, turning it into a living hell, bones littered the lands in chaos. He fought in blood-soaked battles, not for the throne, but to avenge her family. She plotted in secret, not for imperial power, but to repay his devotion. When the smoke cleared and the fighting ended, he donned the imperial robes, while she willingly gave up her life. In mourning for the nation, he observed three years of mourning for her. Three years later, her soul was reborn as his consort. Casting aside taboos, emperor and empress joined hands to behold the world's splendor. They endured partings, hearts aching; fate decreed their time, and their allotted years came to an end. One day, emperor and empress meet again. Which is true and which is false, which is right and which is wrong? Their fateful encounter is, of course, impossible to defy.
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