The first time they met was like snow falling without a trace, but they didn't know what kind of foreshadowing their fate had already laid for them.
The deep palace and generals of the Tianqi Dynasty, the red plum and the white snow, a bond that began in childhood, quietly unfolded. And the love-hate entanglements, family, country and world in the long years to come are still hidden behind the mists of time, waiting for the flowers to bloom.
