She was once a spy in the Prince of Huai's household.
He was once the Son of Heaven's chosen heir. His other identity would remain a secret forever.
Through careful scheming, he won the throne, but lost the woman he loved most. Fate changed both their lives.
He once said, “If you want me to agree, you must give me something you carry in exchange.”
A bowl of abortion medicine. A single sword stroke to sever their love.
She once said, “Everyone may think I'm filthy, but he must not.”
The sands lie still, the waters fall silent, all traces fade. Raise a cup and sing with me.
She gave him a song, and he won the realm. Now she would sing alongside him, celebrating the empire they had built together.
He promised: “This empire is yours to sing of.”
In victory or defeat, she could never escape fate's cruel cycle. See how this peerlessly beautiful woman claims her own empire amid a court consumed by greed and ambition.
One song beneath the green lanterns, before the ancient Buddha, as the bells ring on.
