When Lin Yan, a modern overworked office drone, laughed until he cried at He Li's "slender waist and sinister blade" in Full River Red, a bolt of thunder struck him and sent him into the Southern Song dynasty, straight into Qin Hui's manor. Before he could recover from the damp chill of the bluestone paving or the clatter of the guards' armor, he found himself face-to-face with a pair of long, icy eyes. A dark green brocade robe cinched his slender waist, and the silver chain of his sinister blade swayed lightly. It was He Li, the "smiling tiger" Lin Yan had mocked.
Dark currents churned in the imperial court, while blades flashed in the martial world. They had to maneuver under Qin Hui's watchful eye, all the while edging closer through their mutual probing. But neither knew whether, when the frost on the blade finally met the warmth in their hearts, it would melt into salvation or burn into an irreversible fate amid the chaos of war...
