A sweet-faced yet scheming, sickly young nobleman x a clear-eyed noblewoman
On a snowy night, she stumbles upon the Second Prince’s bloodthirsty true nature.
Everyone says he is a frail invalid, but only she sees the blood hidden along his sword’s edge and his unmatched ruthlessness.
At the plum-blossom banquet, he tests her at every turn, and she talks her way through each exchange.
Until, beneath the palace corridors, he declares, “Miss Jiang, Great Jing needs a sharp blade.”
She agrees.
From then on, he uses political schemes as the furnace and ruthlessness as the hammer, tempering her from a sheltered noblewoman into a blade capable of turning the tables in desperate straits.
He teaches her the treachery of human nature, the games of court politics, and how to become his equal at the board amid turbulent, unpredictable times.
Another year passes, and snow falls over the capital of Jingluo.
Draped in a snowy-white fox-fur cloak, his jade-like face framed in soft fur, the vermilion mole above his eye is strikingly vivid.
“I have taught you many strategies. Today, I’ll teach you one last move.”
Her heart tightens as he slowly continues, “A worthy player should never fall in love.”
Snow falls soundlessly, blanketing the palace walls.
He looks at her, at last shedding every disguise, and says softly, “A He, I admit it.”
A frail prince concealing his sharp edge; a clear-eyed noblewoman tempered into a blade.
Though every step is fraught with danger, she is still willing to enter the game for one person.
