A powerful couple, ancient court intrigue
“If you choose to walk by candlelight through this darkened world, I’ll spend my life protecting that one small flame for you.”
“If you’re going to choose a wise ruler, why can’t it be me?”
Jiang Lingzhi, a young woman disguised as a scholar, and Qi Xiu, the prime minister: political adversaries for half a lifetime, confidants for all of it.
In the heavy snowfall blanketing Dongdu, she pleaded with the authorities on behalf of the people, her words written in blood, her heart utterly sincere. He gave her the green jade thumb ring he had worn for years: a moment of compassion became a lifetime of protection.
Amid the turmoil, they both sought a way to end the people’s suffering, so they would no longer have to crouch in dark corners like ants, peering at the light of day.
He plotted to rule the realm, but the feelings in his heart made him lose by a single move.
“Jiang Lingzhi, I could give you anything you wanted, but I never imagined what you wanted was the throne...”
Many years later, she still remembered that day: the man in a blue-black robe and a bian crown walked toward her step by step. His brow held the vastness of one who could swallow wind and waves, and he approached her with an overwhelming, mountain-shaking presence...
