Lanchuan Fengji

On the day it snowed in the capital, the old king's coffin had not yet been laid in the ground. The eldest daughter, who had been exiled for ten years, returned from the snow for the crown made of blood - she could kill her father and her brother just because the man refused to hate her twenty years ago. The Duke was escorted to the Western Region, the Princess showed her tenderness, and the tea at Xinggui Villa was both cold and hot. When the blood moon is gone, some people set themselves on fire in the bell tower, while others wait for the first cup of hot tea, waiting for someone who never returns. The morning bell rings as usual, and no one picks up the crown.