The Snowfall Pavilion

A young master in a wheelchair, a cold-faced bodyguard, a deep bond between master and servant, schemes and martial arts, the imperial court and the martial world.

When heavenly music sounds, who can stand against it?

The Zhao family was wiped out overnight. The sole survivor fled to the Twilight Snow Pavilion clutching an ancient zither.

The zither was named Jiao Wei. Hidden inside it were the martial world’s secrets from twenty years ago: the Heavenly Music Treasure Compendium.

Shen Tinglan, master of the Twilight Snow Pavilion, sat in a wheelchair. His face was pale, and he looked frail.

Yet a single melody from his zither could drive back a hundred Soundkill Guards, while a soft sword in his hand could cut through thousands of troops.

Zhao Gao wanted his life, Prince Jing wanted his zither, and the Six Great Sects wanted the secret in his possession.

Everyone thought he was nothing more than a pawn.

They had no idea that from the moment he set foot in the capital, he had been setting up a game no one could solve.

The wheelchair could confine his legs, but it could not contain his plans.

The only thing that surprised him was his cold, taciturn bodyguard, Ling Shuang.

She had protected him for fourteen years, from Jiangnan to the capital, from the Gobi Desert to the imperial mausoleum.

She said, “This subordinate asks only to keep the Pavilion Master safe.”

But Shen Tinglan knew she wanted far more than that.