Emperor Murong Zhao of Beishuo and Emperor Xie Lin of Southern Dynasty were each other's only light when they were young. One is the proton from the north, hiding in hiding in the deep palace of the Southern Dynasty; the other is the disgraced prince, living step by step in the undercurrent of the court. The piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake they shared on a cold night, the half-volume old book they shared on the desk, and the pair of cold jade heaters engraved with cloud patterns were all the warmth they thought could withstand the world.
But in the battle of Yanmen Pass, his brother was killed and his family was humiliated. Murong Zhao fled back to Beishuo with scars all over his body, and his old friendship was buried in blood. Three years later, he became the iron-blooded monarch of the north, with his sword pointed directly at the southern dynasty; Xie Lin also ascended the throne, struggling to support himself in the shadow of powerful ministers and the heavy responsibilities of his family and country, burdened with secrets that were not understood.
The vast distance between them is the deepest gap between them; the unforgettable old love is the most painful weakness in each other's hearts. When the letter of credence was delivered, all disguises were torn apart by the sentence "exchange the grassland with the blood of one's heart". Xie Lin resolutely headed north, while Murong Zhao held the stove in the dark night. On the dragon throne, they were sworn enemy monarchs; dreaming back at midnight, they were still young men in the Merlin looking forward to "seeing peace in the world together."
Love and hate are intertwined, and intrigues are entangled. This entanglement that started when he was young and was trapped in the identity of an emperor will end with blood, or can he find a trace of the warmth of the past thousands of miles away?
