I took my brother’s place in a political marriage and became the captive pet of the man who killed him.
The enemy general, Lu Zhao, said my eyes resembled those of his dead white moonlight. But that was my own brother, Shen Mu, who died in battle.
With three years of vengeance still unfulfilled, I pretended to be an obedient replacement and carefully navigated the enemy camp, waiting for a chance to kill my nemesis with my own hands.
But the tenderness and cruelty that entangled us night after night, the court conspiracy to secretly ally with the Beidi, and the flames of war along the frontier gradually threw all my plans into disarray.
When the truth came to light, the real murderer of my brother turned out to be someone else. By then, the love and hatred between us had already become impossible to untangle amid the clash of blades.
Amid the sweeping snowstorms of the northern frontier, I held my brother’s Qingshuang Sword. On one side lay a sea of blood and vengeance, and on the other, a bond forged in desperation. Every step took me along the edge of a blade.
