Frost Blade Reflects Moonlight

She was once a cold-faced killer, wandering in the shadows of swords and swords, and life and death could only be separated by a thought. Once he traveled through time, he was dressed in gorgeous clothes and stepped into this splendid but undercurrent palace. Every step is like walking on thin ice, and every glance has a hidden edge. He has a noble status and a majestic demeanor. He stands at the center of the whirlpool of power and intrigue, but he always sticks to his true heart and is not swayed by glitz. Above the court, he is the one that everyone looks up to; deep in the palace, he is the lonely king. When the cold-faced killer and the noble prince meet, is it the invisible hand of fate that pulls them, or is it a doomed fate that has already been doomed? Her coldness and his depth collided with unpredictable sparks in the intertwining of intrigue and killing. Is it an accident of traveling through time and space, or a return from the depths of the soul? Is true love like fire, burning each other's souls, or is bad fate like thorns, stinging every inch of skin?