The undercurrents in Yong’an City are always quietest just before dawn.
In the northwest corner of the Duke of Zhenguo’s estate lies a forgotten courtyard. There, the illegitimate son Li Che lies in wait, like a hidden dragon in the depths.
He has a pair of eyes: the left, ink-black and patient as night; the right, amber, concealing sparks of starlight.
That fire will burn away false family affection and illuminate schemes and stratagems. In time, it will set the world ablaze.
When the palace carriage rolls across the flagstone streets and the storm over the succession sweeps through the duke’s estate, Li Che wipes the dust from his mother’s last sword. This time, he will not bow his head.
See how the glass remains unbroken, and how the hidden dragon shakes the heavens.
