The Sealed Chronicles of Lanchuan

On the day snow fell over the royal capital, the old king's coffin had yet to be buried.

His eldest daughter, exiled for ten years, returned through the snow for the blood-forged crown. She could kill her father and her younger brother, all because that man had refused to hate her twenty years ago.

The duke wagered the Western Frontier, the princess offered up her soft heart, and the tea at Startrail Villa grew cold and hot again.

When the blood moon faded, someone set themselves alight in the bell tower, while someone else guarded the first cup of hot tea, waiting for a person who would never return.

The morning bells rang as usual. No one picked up the crown.