A slave's bones in a snowy night, yet royal blood runs through her veins.
Jiang Wanzhao enters the imperial palace branded as the daughter of a traitor. She clings to life amid cruel laughter and icy steps, while Crown Prince Xiao Heng grips her bloodied throat and sneers, “A lowly slave deserves to die by my hand alone.” He doesn't know that beneath the birthmark on her lower back lies a shocking secret: she is a princess of the fallen dynasty.
She is Zhaoyang, the younger sister he buried with his own hands, and the poison of love he cannot purge, no matter how much he drinks. When half of a bloodstained jade pendant is placed in the secret vault adorned with dragon motifs, a violet light tears through fifteen years of lies. He smashes the glazed mirror and roars, “You're my own sister!”
But she leaps from the city wall. “With this leap, I repay the Xiao family for giving me life!”
The palace becomes a hell where kin devour one another.
**Lotuses bloom from charred bones, and grain boats ferry salvation to the people.**
Heart-devouring vines form the character “prison” over the emperor's chest, while blood lotuses blossom above the remains of countless wronged souls.
Their ashes become an embankment to hold back disasters, and their sins are transformed into grain boats that bring relief to the world.
When the new emperor Xiao Jin lifts the intertwined ashes of his parents, red lotuses suddenly blaze for a thousand miles along the river.
“Father, Mother, this age of peace is just as you wished.”
**And the young apricot tree that took root by the Tianze River finally basks in the morning light amid the ashes.**
The writing is smooth, but the description is dry and verbose, and the description is not like Xiao Yuan's.
Not bad, very, very good
It's so beautiful that I can't get enough of it.