One era, one royal city, and four spirits: one born from a jade imperial seal, steeped for a thousand years in the aura of political intrigue; one born from grief; one born from the threads of love; and one peony transformed by the aura of extravagance.
They are spirits born in the depths of the imperial palace: court historians, imperial consorts, eminent ministers, and sorrowful palace officials.
They went from watching over this world to transmigrating through a billion mortal realms. From little spirits to mighty spirit beings, they have witnessed the joys, sorrows, and heart-wrenching affairs of the human world along the way.
We are the most honest of historians. Every stroke, every record, is true. Let me tell you the tale in full. Perhaps it will move you to shed a couple of tears, or bring a smile to your face and let you forget your worries for a little while.
