In the city of Zhaojing, Xie Heng, the young minister of Dali Temple, is the dream of countless noble girls. He is as cold as a banished immortal, and solves cases like a god. There is an endless stream of cars and BMWs in front of the house every day, just to get a glimpse of him.
No one knows that in the forbidden garden of the palace, on a night with a bright moon hanging high, in the bedroom of the eldest princess Xiao Lingyi, the glorious young lady is lying low in front of her gorgeous brocade couch.
The cold and slender nails scratched his jade cheek, leaving ambiguous red marks. The eldest princess' voice was lazy but tempered with ice: "Xie Heng, you know, I can easily send you to the altar, and I can also make you fall to pieces." The candlelight flickered, reflecting the bright and dying light in his eyes. He was silent for a moment, raised his hand, and slowly but firmly pulled open the meticulous collar, revealing a secret and mysterious cinnabar mark under the collarbone. His voice was low and hoarse: "I will always belong to the princess."
A game of imprisonment that begins with power and revenge, two souls testing and burning each other in the darkness. When the bloody strife in the court sweeps across, and when the mystery of one's life experience that has been buried for many years comes to light, will this relationship that began with plunder eventually lead them to the abyss of destruction, or to the other side of redemption? See how the bright moon imprisons the jade palace, and whether the jade palace can bite back the bright moon.
