Green Ink Seeping into the Night

The elusive Prince of Qin's name is scattered across every corner of the realm. His poem, “Like a Dream,” can bring to mind the names of many people from the Prince of Qin's mansion in Chang'an:

Dark ink seeps into the blue-black night,

Dreamlike melodies fade, sorrow dissolves.

A few ounces of moonlight, enough to pour,

Who watches the dying lamp, still content?

Shadows vanish, blossoms fall,

Yet the long stars still fill the heavens.

None of these people can escape the mark the Prince of Qin left on them. Will what happens to them later unfold as anyone wishes?

A slow-paced wuxia ensemble story, with no golden finger. Pure romance, written by a newcomer, with a straightforward plot and setting.