Being born with a lotus birthmark on your waist is both a curse and a prophecy. For sixteen years in the palace, Xiao Yuzang kept his guard up and swallowed his humiliation into a poison-hardened blade. In March in Medicine Valley, Xu Jing was the only warm light shining into his gloomy life. She touched the "monstrous" red lotus with her fingertips and said softly: "It's so good to be out of the mud and not stained."
But the silt has already reached its peak. The road to imperial power is paved with corpses. Every time you take a step closer to the dragon throne, the light behind you will dim by an inch. When he finally grasped the supreme scepter and looked back, he was shocked to realize that in order to break free from the mud, he had actually dragged the cleanest scepter into the abyss of eternal destruction.
The snow falls all over my shoulders and no one touches me, and regret gnaws at my bones every night. If he had known that this involuntary struggle would eventually lead to a bone-chilling winter, would he have made another choice at the fork in the road of fate?
