Transmigrating into a Dream of Splendor

An ancient wedding gown, and an emotional entanglement spanning a thousand years

Coming to an unexpected time and place was nothing more than a joke of fate: you met her, and I met you.

He, robes fluttering, aloof from the world, gentle as jade. One glance was enough to begin an infatuation.

He, clad in blazing red, breathtakingly beautiful and bewitchingly alluring. A single sentence sealed a lifetime of passion.

Two peerless men, one whom I love and one who loves me. Which is right, and which is wrong? Which matters more? Adrift in the mortal world, I lost sight of the beginning and could not see the end. Amid the vast sea of humanity, I could never make out your face or catch your hand. Who, in the end, led whom astray?

Excerpt 1

A white figure stood in the bright moonlight, facing the wind, slender hands holding a flute to his lips. Its melody was low and tender, lingering with sorrow. I stopped and listened quietly. The breeze still blew as petals drifted down, the scene soft and beautiful, yet it filled me with sadness.

Excerpt 2

The man's skin was as white and smooth as snow. A striking cinnabar mark between his brows made his face seem even more translucent, delicate as a cicada's wing and soft enough to break at a touch. His beautiful phoenix eyes shifted with a thousand unspoken charms. Truly, one glance could topple a kingdom, and a second could bring down a city. He smiled slightly, the corners of his thin lips lifting. His red lips and white teeth were breathtakingly alluring.