(The crazy, beautiful former crown prince Ling Zhao, a fun-loving bottom, x the upright, easygoing new official Gu Qingheng, a top)
Once, he was Ling Zhao, a crown prince of the cultivation world, bearing an ice soul. He protected all living things and shattered his own meridians. His confidant repaid his kindness with poisoned wine in the golden hall, and he stained the Pillfall with blood to help his younger sister ascend the throne.
Now, he is Bai Yan, owner of a tavern on the frontier. He smiles at the wind and snow, too lazy to pour out the fleeting years, while old wounds remain as sharp as ever.
Newly appointed Imperial Censor Gu Qingheng enters the Pavilion of Forgetfulness to investigate a strange case. His exacting propriety meets carefree irreverence. Each bizarre case seems unrelated, yet together they reveal a shocking conspiracy aimed directly at the empress: the ice is devouring the nation, and dark currents surge beneath the surface.
His heart stirs like spring water, yet pain cuts through him like a blade of ice. He admires Ling Zhao's elegance, and aches for the hidden wounds he bears.
In the glittering taverns and lantern-lit streets of the frontier, every case conceals another, every scheme hides another. When Frost Sword Qingheng stands shoulder to shoulder with him, their roots of affection run deep, and calamity rises with them.
