The setting sun was like blood, dyeing the sky red. Xiao Jinyuan stood on the edge of the cliff, the jade pendant in his hand being rubbed until it was warm, as if his reluctance and obsession were flowing. Looking at the imperial city that once imprisoned his dreams, the strong wind roared and rolled the silver patterns on his black robe, twinkling like stars in the dark night, but it could not conceal his desolation at this moment. Once upon a time, he was still the prince who attracted everyone's attention, but now, he has become a useless person who is forgotten and discarded like worn shoes. The wheel of fate turns ruthlessly, but I never thought that the sleeper would eventually wake up.
After three years of exile, the snowy fields on the border became his purgatory and battlefield. He danced with wolves, and under the iron-cold moonlight, he sharpened his mind until it was as solid as a rock. The young man who once sat high in the Golden Palace has gone through countless hardships, learned to struggle for survival among the mud and blades, and searched for a way back. Above the court, Qin Huan's conspiracy is shrouded like a haze; at the border, Gu Yunfan's loyalty is burning like a beacon; and Murong Xue's appearance is like a ray of morning light that penetrates the thick dark clouds, illuminating the hottest desire deep in his heart - to regain the throne, set things right, and get the world back on track.
