With a cold face and armor, he is the inhumane General Xiao Lin, with a light scar between his eyebrows hiding the blood rain on the battlefield; with beautiful flowers and branches, he is the indulgent and sensual Prince Zhao of Chu, with shocking secrets locked under his gold hairpin and jade robe. After a flower banquet and a confrontation in a dark alley, two people with vastly different identities are entangled in the red thread of fate. When the dandy's fingertips touched the general's shoulder armor, and when the cold hilt of the sword pressed against the prince's heart, the undercurrent of intrigue surged in the forbidden love.
The war on the border, the conspiracy in the secret room, falling off the cliff on a snowy night... They went to the end of life and death together, and revealed their true feelings amidst the light and shadow of swords. The lotus birthmark on Chu Zhao's left wrist burned brightly, and the old scar on Xiao Lin's left shoulder ached faintly. It turned out that fate had already woven their past into a web. After feigning death and reversing his identity, when the prince unveiled the mask of "the enemy's hostage", the general drew his sword to cut off all suspicions: "To protect you is to protect our country."
The battle armor and brocade robe finally turned red, and the jade bracelet and sword tassel tied together for the rest of his life. This is a game of strategy and love, and it is also a swan song of fate and redemption. Under the beacon tower, their stories turned into legends and circulated forever among the mountains and rivers.
