The Southern Hero and Linglong: Zhan Zhao and Huo Linglong

Three years ago, at the Bian River ferry crossing.

She said, "Zhan Zhao, Bianliang isn’t right for me."

He said, "Wait for me."

She smiled, turned, and boarded the boat without looking back.

Three years later, a string of murders rocked Kaifeng Prefecture.

At every crime scene, they found "Exquisite Bones," her signature hidden weapon.

The imperial court was shaken, and Bao Zheng ordered Zhan Zhao to stay out of the case.

But he said, "I believe her."

In a ruined temple on a rainy night, blades flashed and shadows danced.

The joy of their reunion was clouded by three years of silence. What stood between them wasn’t hatred, but the uncertainty of whether the other was still waiting.

She was the moon of the martial world, yearning for freedom and an unfettered life.

He was the sharp sword of the imperial court, bound by the emperor’s favor and his duties.

But this time, fate gave them no chance to miss each other again

Ding Yuehua became the clearest-eyed matchmaker of all: "Some things really can’t wait to be said."

Bai Yutang fanned the flames from the sidelines: "Zhan Xiaomao, if you keep dragging your feet, I’ll steal her away."

Bao Zheng rarely spoke up: "The doors of Kaifeng Prefecture have always been open to you."

When Xiangyang Prince’s remaining forces set a shocking plot in motion, and the fate of Bianliang hung by a thread

She asked him, "Is it worth it?"

He said, "It is."

The Southern Hero and Linglong, the imperial court and the martial world.

This time, they would not betray their love or each other.