Su Qingyuan, a modern art conservator, is restoring a bronze token carved with a strange flame pattern when its sharp point cuts her finger. The instant her blood stains the design, the light around her twists. When she opens her eyes again, she has become the illegitimate daughter of an obscure clan in the world of The Untamed.
No sooner has she arrived than the Wen clan begins wiping out minor clans. Amid the flames, her gaze is caught by a figure in black standing before the blaze: ink-black hair tied high, golden patterns fluttering, and eyes full of haughty disdain for all beneath him. It is Wen Ruohan, the Wen clan leader, whose name terrifies the world.
Others fear his cruelty, but she catches a trace of weariness in his eyes. When, on a strange impulse, she offers him the calming sachet she carries, Wen Ruohan's sword stops at her neck.
“Are you not afraid of me?” His voice is as cold as ice.
She looks up, his image reflected in her eyes. “I am, but you are warmer than the fire.”
From then on, the feared leader who makes every cultivation clan tremble has a reckless little girl in his arms. He clears the thorns from her path; she smooths the furrows from his brow. Everyone says Wen Ruohan is brutal and bloodthirsty, but only Su Qingyuan knows that this man at the pinnacle of power blows on warm lotus-seed soup until it cools before handing it to her, awkwardly pats her back when she has a nightmare, and says “I am here” with a warmth more scorching than flame.
Transmigrating has made her the only light in his cold world; falling for her has made him sheath his sharp edges and protect her for a lifetime. Even amid the chaos of war and the surging tides of political intrigue, his palm remains the safest moon in her sky.
